Harley
"You left me behind." A raspy hiss sounds from behind me.
"Adrian?" I call, turning around.
Nobody's there. "You left me behind." The voice hisses again, this time, right into my ear.
"Adrian, I'm sorry." I say, turning around again.
"It's too late for that." The voice is farther away this time. "You'll pay for what you did to me."
The rushing of water sounds at my feet. I look down.
The water comes up faster this time. It covers my waist now.
"Adrian, please!" I beg, unable to move my feet. He doesn't care.
The water comes up faster now, faster and faster until it covers my mouth.
I yell as loud as I can, but nobody can hear me.
I jolt awake, screaming. I'm covered in sweat, and my thin sheets are kicked off of my bed, balled up on my floor.
I ache all over, still shaken from the water. It takes me a while to get my breathing under control and I shiver from the cold air seeping through my open window. Why does this keep happening? I think to myself as I stand up and close the window. My alarm clock reads 12:40 AM, and I sit on the edge of my unmade bed, sighing.
I'm not going to be able to go back to sleep. Everytime I get these nightmares, it's the same. I'm drowning, I wake up in a cold sweat, and I'm too rattled to go back to sleep.
It's so fun.
I stand up and move across the room. Grabbing my chipped, black, electric guitar, I sit on my floor and begin to strum, calming myself.
He's dead. The sooner I accept that, the better.
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Songbird
General FictionAutumn Henningsen lives and breathes music. Just like her father, and his father before him, she has dreams to be a star. But those dreams won't happen if she stays in Gullwitch Cove, LA, a small town with a population of about 1000. Nothing ever h...