The survivor

Prologue:

Sweat pools around her neck, drips off her face and still she does not awaken. Bed sheets are tangled around her slender legs as she continues to thrash about, this nightmare being the most horrifyingly real one she has had yet. There is no one there to bring her out of it, no one there to comfort the frightened woman.

Its three a.m. when she finally wakes up groaning. She looks around and is suddenly frightened of the dark. Oh do be realistic Alexia! she scolded herself.You haven't been afraid of the dark since you were 8 years old don't start again now!She shook herself mentally realizing that she was talking to herself.

She wished her love were home. She knew that only he could comfort her when it was needed and only in his arms did she feel safest. It'd been that way for a long time now. Only with him did she gain her confidence in herself back. But she knew he was with friends and really didn't want to bother him and yet she couldn't help but send a message to him then grabbed his pillow and snuggled close.

Breathing in his scent she had a slightly easier time falling back to sleep only to have her nightmares come back full force. This time, however, the ending was quite different. This time there were no survivors. In agony she cries out but there is no one to hear her. Suddenly she is aware of being shaken awake roughly causing her to moan in anguish for the pain in her head was great.

"Alexia! Alexia! Wake up darling!" she heard faintly, "Alexia Melina Rose wake up this instant!"

Bleary auburn-gold eyes blinked up at him underneath long, thick, raven black lashes and Alexia promptly burst into tears at the sight of her very alive, very healthy, and very worried looking boyfriend, Briorick Ryan.