Ch.1

Waking up from one nightmare into the next

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh," A loud pitch scream fills the room, then the next room, and then the whole apartment, as well as a few others in the dark night. A sixteen year-old girl with short orange hair was sitting strait up in bed gasping for breath with fear in her mind. Only one thought was in her head. 'I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!!!' To her there was no past, present, or future. There was no one else on earth; there wasn't even an earth. The only things that exist were her, her death, and the pain in her leg. She knew that there is a cold knife in her right leg, or maybe it's a hot bullet, maybe both. Who cares! The main point is that she is dying; her life is being sucked away.

And yes, she's panicking, her mind is on red alert, her heart working overtime and she just wants the fear to leave her. Slowly part of her mind calms down, her breathing slows a little, but her heartbeat is still running its race for her life. Reality approaches her as she realize she is in her room, she is safe. She just had a bad dream and just woke up from it. It was a dream. Relief fills her as she lies back down on her pillows. 'It was just a dream. None of it was real. I'm safe now,' she calms herself.

Then she remembers the pain in her leg. She lifts her head and looks at it. It doesn't hurt at all. But she remembers the pain. Her leg had come alive and it felt like it was going to die. Half of her woke up because of the leg; the other half is because of her death. But it felt like it never happened. Because the pain never did happened. It was just a dream. The pain was a dream. It wasn't real. Or was it?

She becomes aware of her thirst. Slowly she gets out of bed and walks toward her bathroom. It is cold and dark. She dose not see the point of turning the light on for it will just blind her. She sees her glass of water next to the sink just waiting for her, as she picks it up and starts to drink it. The water is cold like some ice just finishes melting in it. Her six senses suddenly picks up and she feels like she is not alone. A dreaded shiver runs down her back. She looks away from her drink and at her mirror. Something is behind her. She cannot make the figure out because of the darkness but she knows she is in trouble as a cold small metal hand grabs her shoulder. She tries to scream but nothing will come out as she opens her mouth. The other metal hand covers her mouth, the feeling of nothing but dread fills her again.

Sora eyes snaps open. She is laying on her bed breathing heavily as her alarm clock rings beside her with the numbers 5:30 showing; a glass of luke warm water was standing next to the clock.