A/N: most of the story is taken place Ruby's POV.
I was walking all night, I tried to get back to Beacon but I couldn't, It just seemed too far all I know is that I'm in the Emerald Forest without my team.
"I guess I'll set camp up here," I said to myself when all of a sudden I heard something run past me.
"Hello is anyone there?" I called out no response it was, probably nothing I thought to myself.
"I see you, Ruby Rose," called a mysterious voice, my heart was racing, I called out.
"Who are you? How do you know my name?"
"Oh... you'll know pretty soon," I felt something hit me and I fell to the ground and became unconscious When I finally regained my senses I saw a knife in my chest.
"Ruby Rose prepare to die," he stabbed another knife in me and I woke up in a heartbeat with a soft scream luckily no one heard me I went to go to the bathroom and look in the mirror I had bloodshot red eyes maybe from crying and no sleep.
"I guess I'll just go back to sleep and in the morning it'll be better," I said to myself.
The next morning
"Ruby, Wake up Ruby," I heard a soft voice I look up and see golden looking eyes staring down at me.
"Oh hey Blake," I said to the raven haired girl.
"We have to leave," She said.
"Where?"
"To meet Weiss and Yang for breakfast... Ruby... were you crying?" She asked.
"No, why?"
"Well, It looks like it, you have bloodshot red eyes."
"Oh couldn't sleep that's all," I said trying to cover up the fact that I had a nightmare but, that didn't stop Blake from seeing through it.
"Ruby tell me," she said in a calm yet angered tone.
"I had a nightmare last night and I don't know who it was but, someone killed me I'm hoping it's just a dream," I said.
"Do want me to call Yang and tell her that we'll be late and talk about it?" Blake Asked.
"Yes please," I said I know Blake is a faunas but more caring than a faunas to me and she's like a second sister to me I thought.
"So Ruby sit down right here," she said.
"Okay," I said as I sat down on the couch.
"Ruby, how long have you had these dreams?"
"Umm three or four days," I told her.
"Okay, and why do you think you are having these dreams?"
"My mother died when I was four by a man, I don't know what he looks like but I have nightmares that he going to kill me next," I started to cry.