The starch, white hallway stretched on for what seemed like miles. A dim, yellow light emanated from the flickering light bulbs on the ceiling above. The silence was deafening and it felt like the slightest noise would sound like a bomb going off. Further up the hallway, there seemed to be doors which gave the appearance of a hospital of some sorts.
This was where Rocky Blue currently found herself standing.
The white walls began to nauseate her and she saw them still even when she closed her eyes.
Rocky didn't know where she was, only that she needed find someone and escape.
However, she dared not move for fear of someone, or something, hearing her in this strange place.
She looked down, taking in her appearance. She was dressed in a long, dark blue tunic with pale blue leggings. Her feet were bare and she supposed that was best, no shoes meant no noise if she was careful while walking.
Summoning all her courage, Rocky stepped forwards. When no noise was made and nothing burst out from the closed doors, she figured it was safe to continue.
Rocky tentatively walked forwards, barely breathing to remain as silent as possible. Just as she was about to turn back and try one of the doors, she saw a corner up ahead. Glad that she seemed to be making progress, Rocky sped up a little as she reached the corner.
Suddenly, something jumped out at her. A face, contorted with pain and anger, snarled at her. Cold grey eyes bored into hers and a deep, guttural growl echoed off the walls. Rocky cried out, backing away as quickly as possible and the thing followed her. She gulped when her back hit the wall and she realised she wouldn't be able to run 2 feet without being caught. Her breathing turned heavy at the severity of the situation.
A hand gripped her upper arm and started shaking her. Rocky panicked, she started thrashing wildly and screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Rocky!" a voice called out.
The shaking increased its intensity and Rocky's thrashing became more violent.
"ROCKY!"
Cece Jones did not know what to do.
She had been in the half way state between slumber and reality when the girl next to her cried out.
The red head fully awoke in an instant and looked over at the brunette beside her, who's breathing had become heavy.
Frowning, she realised Rocky was having a nightmare. Not again . . . she thought as Rocky cried out.
CeCe placed her had over her girlfriend's arm and started shaking. Rocky suddenly started thrashing and screaming.
"Rocky!" the fiery headed girl called out while shaking harder, hoping a familiar voice would wake he, or at least calm down, a panicked Rocky.
In fact, it did the opposite. Rocky started thrashing more violently, almost smacking Cece in the face. "ROCKY!" she shouted, "ROCKY, IT'S ME!"
CeCe wrapped her arms around the brunette's torso, making sure to trap the thrashing arms as she did so. The redhead rolled them over so Rocky was on her back and that CeCe herself could straddle the still sleeping girl beneath her. "Rocky, it's just a dream! Wake up!"
At last, the brunette started to calm down and CeCe sighed.
She watched as Rocky's eyelids fluttered open. "CeCe?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"It's me. Another nightmare?" Rocky nodded slightly. "You wanna tell me about it?" This time she shook her head sideways.
"No, not yet."
"Okay."
CeCe rolled back over and wrapped her arms around Rocky's waist. The brunette faced her and buried her head in the red head's neck. One of CeCe's hands trailed up and stroked the taller girl's hair.
Her nightmares had been steadily been growing more and more common, shortly after Damien's death a year previously and CeCe was worried sick. Nothing the girls did could stop the nightmare's from coming.
All CeCe could do was hope that they'd stop soon.
And as the redhead drifted back to sleep, she couldn't help but feel things would get worse before they got better.
And here it is!
Sorry this is late – my laptop always chooses the worst times to break down on me.
I should be updating every Friday if all goes to plan.
~ Werepire out.