The mafia's bride (On Hold)

Chapter two: Crossing paths part one

Dying isn't something that one can easily prepare for you know. It's as easy as slicing a piece of bread but it doesn't bleed to death.  It doesn't cry out as the pain becomes too overbearing. The screams I let out in my dreams can hardly compare to what goes on in them. Lately, probably around the same time when dad told us about the move is when I'd have these weird experiences. Well.....actually they feel more like visions of the future. I for one don't believe in ghosts or the afterlife but sure enough I believe in reoccurring dreams.

And what's creepy about it is that they're different each time. I had one two days ago when someone pushes me into this lake, and knowing my sorry ass, I can't swim. So imagine myself sinking to the bottom of the lake, waiting for someone to jump in and bring me back up to the surface. No one does though of course and who would? It feels so real too; ribbons of seaweed carefully wrapping itself around my legs, like a shark tearing at my flesh and bones.  I do remember lessons from my middle school swim class. My gym teacher used to say that taking a deep breath would help to stabilize the body. But it doesn't work when you're dreaming yourself in seriously danger--although you don't mean anything by it. As I think for a second sharp pain ripples through my sides and the more cramps I receive, the more oxygen I slowly let out from my mouth. By the time the pain is gone, I had already let out my last sign of oxygen. But don't worry, I always seem to wake up before my eyes could close permanently.

At first, the dreams seems to be vague until I slept in my new bed for the first time. The dream I got this time seems kind of long.....not to mention dangerous. It showed me places I have never seen before. Houses on a different side of town, mansions with glittery lamp posts and black gates protecting their privacy and the residents inside. The skies were dark and full of bright stars and constellations. Despite its beauty, compared to the other dreams, this one was more intense.

I ran down the sides of the street, still putting pressure on the wound that seemed to seep through the bloody bandages still wrapped around my waist. My pace slowed as the pain rumbled through my entire body. It felt like I going to explode at any second. And if that's not enough, another gunshot went off. Luckily it missed me but I didn't know how many bullets the man had left still. Nether the less I kept running, hopeful that my lover would find me before the man could catch me. "Someone help!" I begged and that was the worst thing I could have ever done for myself.

That only made the footsteps behind me louder. The man was a fast runner no doubt. And this time his shooting wasn't off. I felt sharper pain through my left leg. I screeched out to the starry night. Blood was sure to give away my every move as long as I remained on the streets but for some reason that didn't occur to me. No way was I about to give up. But the man had an advantage over me, I knew that full well. He wasn't going to let me go free and to tell the truth I had no idea why. But that was hardly the point right now. There was only one thing on my mind.

And that was death.