Disclaimer: Don't own Sonny with a Chance or Grey's Anatomy.

I was running.

I didn't know where I was but it was dark.

I couldn't remember why I was running or where I was going so I just kept on running.

I could here voices all around me and they were caving in.

They wouldn't stop following me.

I couldn't see them but then again I couldn't see anything.

I kept running for what seemed like hours until the voices stopped.

It was completely silent; the only thing I could here was my heart beating and me breathing.

I looked down to see something shining in my hand.

It was a knife.

It was the only thing that I could see.

I didn't remember holding a knife or grabbing one.

It was just there.

All of a sudden I was on the cold ground.

I didn't remember falling.

The voices were back whispering to me and I could hear foot steps coming closer.

I looked at the knife which was now covered in blood.

I suddenly felt a pain in my chest. I touched it and felt warm liquid coming from a gash in my stomach.

The foot steps came closer and louder and the voices got louder, too.

I started breathing harder as I became more scared.

I still couldn't see anything.

My chest hurt and I could feel the blood covering most of my body and pooling around me.

My chest felt like it was going to explode.

The foot steps were right in front of me and the voices were screaming in my ears.

I could see a figure leaning over me when…

"RINGGG RINGGG."

I shot up in bed.

This was the 6th time I had that dream this month.

I was breathing hard and sweat was poring down my face.

I turned my alarm off and turned the radio on.

Weightless by All Time Low was just staring. I got dressed and started getting ready for just another day at Condor Studios.

I had to take a shower to get all the sweat off.

I guess sweat is better that blood, right?

I hate having that dream over and over again.

It's always starts out with me running and then me getting hurt in some way.

But I never had that dream with the guy who was walking towards me. It was creepy.

I always here those voices but I can never understand what there saying.

Or maybe I do and I just forget it when I wake up.

I herd that that can happen when you sleep good, but I having a nightmare every night for the past month isn't really sleeping well in my book.

I was just about to leave the door and go to Condor Studios. I marked off July 6th on the calendar.

The day I found out and was cured from Superior Canal Dehiscence Syndrome 2 years ago.

The day where I found out I wasn't schizophrenic.

The day I finally knew that I could be a normal person.

The day my life finally changed.

So here is the fist chapter. Not to great but what ever.