It was night. That much Paige was absolutely sure of. She could hear the sound of others running. Running around her, beside her. She could barely make out flashes of white every once in a while in the tree line. She had no idea where she was or what time it had to be. Last thing she remembered was laying down in bed. It had to of been an hour ago, she thought to herself. She didn't feel tired anymore. As if an hour of sleep was enough to energize her.
"Paige", someone whispered. She knew she heard her. Heard that voice that called to her at night. Every night for a month now this is all Paige could remember from sleep. Was she dreaming? Was it actually happening? Every time she thought she could she whom the voice belonged to, she would startle awake. Waking up feeling as if she had been running for hours.
But this morning was different. Touching her feet to the floor by her bed she cringed at what she felt. Looking at her feet she saw a number of cuts and scrapes. Dried dirt and blood. Looking at her bed sheets she saw the same things. What the hell, she thought. Moving quietly to her bathroom she ran water into the bathtub and began cleaning her feet off. She then moved to her room and removed the sheets. Knowing that she couldn't wash them without her mother seeing them and asking Paige questions that she couldn't answer herself right now, she quickly went downstairs and put them in a trash bag.
Taking them outside to the curb so that the trash truck will get them, Paige saw something that made her drop the bag and her blood run cold. Across the street in the wooded area that Paige loved to be in so much, stood a dog. A big dog. No just any dog. The dog from her dreams, at least what she thought were dreams. Starring the beast down Paige could hear the breaths it took in the early morning. As if all other noise in the world had stopped. She noticed the way its eyes looked at her. As if it could see right through her. Those eyes though. They looked so familiar. But they couldn't be, Paige thought. Just then she heard the loud horn of the garbage truck a block away and just like that the beast was gone. As if the horn restored her feelings Paige moved back to putting the bag to the curb and started heading inside, but not before taking one last look to the tree lines.