She was standing in a field of flowers, surrounded by friends she didn't know.
Drip, drip.
Her red hair flowed around in the wind. She was standing next to someone. She didn't know who, but somehow she knew she could trust him. Him? How did she know it was a boy? She couldn't understand it, but she knew everything about him. What was this feeling? It was like her heart beat for him, and him alone.
Drip, drip.
She turned around, facing her friends. But there was something wrong.
Drip, drip.
She couldn't see their faces. She couldn't see their bodies clearly. They were nothing but colorless blurs, almost shaped like a human.
Drip, drip.
Alarmed, she whirled around, stepping away from the stranger she somehow loved. "Who are you?! How did I get here?! Where am I?!"
Drip, drip.
The apparitions all moved, turning towards her. "Asuna, what's wrong? Are you okay?" The one who was standing next to her asked. It seemed almost normal. Almost. The words floated around her, a deep gray like steel. "Why can't I remember you?! Why can't I hear your voices?!" More words floated from the apparitions, each a different color. There were so many at once she couldn't make them out.
Drip, drip.
Asuna awoke with a start, springing up from her position in the bed. She lived alone in her apartment with her dog, the only thing she had left of her home three years ago. The only thing from before the accident.
Listening to the steady breathing of her dog, Bunny, she reflected on the dream. She was shaken up, to say the least. She had had that dream ever since she turned ten. At first, she had the dream almost every single night. But now, at the age of fifteen, the dream only occurred occasionally. Maybe it was an omen or something stupid like that. She didn't know.
Returning her head to her pillow, she focused on her heartbeat. Upon finding it, she set her attention on feeling the course of pulsing blood all throughout her body. She always did this when she was stressed. Sometimes she clenched her fists so tight she could feel it, and at other times like these, she simply focused. She found the rhythmic pulse soothing, and finally finding her peace, she dozed off into a dreamless sleep.
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip.
She sat up again. "Okay, that dripping is obnoxious," She whispered aloud. More like hissed, really. Of course she found herself annoyed at this point! She had that dream yet again, and now she couldn't sleep because she left the stupid faucet on in the kitchen.
She stood up, carefully avoiding Bunny, who was sleeping on the floor next to her bed. Slowly opening her door and making her way to the kitchen, her thoughts again wandered to the dream. Surprisingly, she had never gotten into deep thought about it, she always assumed it was just a nightmare. Turning the handles and blocking the water flow, she made her way back to her room. She heard Bunny shuffling around on the floor. Climbing back into bed, she draped her arm over the side of the bed, letting Bunny lick her fingers. This was comfort to her, like crawling into bed with her parents when she had a nightmare.
Now that her home was free of distractions, she could finally get some good sleep. She needed it, she had an Advanced Calculus test tomorrow, after all. Close to dozing off yet again, she found herself in deep thought about the dream. What was the philosophy behind it? Why did it keep occurring? Was it trying to tell her something?
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip.
Again with the dripping? It must be her bathroom faucet, considering it was the only other sink in the apartment. She once again stood from her bed, and made her way to the bathroom. Opening the door, she reached for the handle, but she stopped halfway. Something seemed... off. She felt along the wall for the switch, and when she found it, she flipped it on. What she saw horrified her, to say the least.
Blood was spattered across the floor, along the toilet, and all over the walls. Strung from the curtain rod in her shower was her chocolate lab, stomach split open and intestines strung everywhere. Bunny's eyes were rolled back in her head, leaving a ghostly white and red stare in place of her normally bright blue irises. Blood oozed from many stab wounds along her back, dripping off of her hind paws.
Drip, drip.
She turned to run from her bathroom, out of the house, until she saw the mirror.
Drip, drip, drip.
Written in blood across the glass were the words "Humans can lick too."
Drip.
She dashed from the bathroom, grabbing her family's silver and blue rapier from it's hooks on the hallway wall. Family heirloom she knew how to use in hand, she glanced towards the bedroom. In the doorway stood a figure, slowly moving towards her. She froze, scared out of her mind.
As the figure came within reach, it whispered in a sickly sweet tone, "I thought you loved your dog. Let me lick you, just like Bunny did." The dark figure reached out towards her, seemingly going for her hair.
Asuna screamed. Skillfully, she turned the rapier horizontally and slashed, leaving a deep gash in the man's chest.
She turned tail and ran, barreling out the front door and down the stairs to the nearest neighbor's house with a light on.
She pounded on the door, screaming. "Somebody, anybody! Help me!"
And by then, the shock must have gotten to her, because everything faded to black, and she hit the ground.