I was hanging precariously off the side of a cliff. I had tripped and fallen down into a tubed cave, sliding down into the opening over the edge. The only thing keeping me from going over was a firm grasp upon a root that stuck out of the face of the cave wall.

For some reason, I was Eliza Thornberry for the moment I was hanging off, and had an elephant like trunk for a nose. If my suspicions were correct, I could call for help using this. Taking in a deep breath, I blew out my nose, and a loud elephant trumpet came blaring out. It was so loud it surprised me, and I turned back to my regular self. The nose shrunk back into my face, my pigtails grew out and cascaded down my back into thick blonde locks, and I grew out of my child body and back into my teenage size. I was me again!

My trumpet call caught the attention of something above me. Looking deep up into the cave opening, I could see a pair on animalistic eyes. As they crept closer to me, a snout and big wet nose poked through the shadows and whined at me. It was a dog! Judging by its facial colouring, I guessed it was a Shepard.

I looked up into its big blue eyes, and pleaded silently for help.

There came a muffled call from above, and the dog started to dig. Widening the hole and letting light poke though the darkness, shining upon my face. The dog started to bark and caught the attention of its master. There came scuffling from the mouth of the cave and a hand reached into the hole and stretched out to me. My eyes lit up and using my free hand, I grasped firmly onto the strangers. With strong pulls, I was dragged back into the hole and up the slippery slope. When the mouth of the cave finally came into view, I could see who was saving me. Grasping onto the rims of the mouth, I hauled myself up once I was level with the ground and pushed the rest of my body through.

Tired and relieved pants huffed out of me and I thanked him in between breaths. He was just as tired but was quick to recover. Looking up at my saviour, I took in a good long look at him. He was a little older than me; I estimated 17-18. He had deep blue eyes like his dogs, a scruff upon his chin, and thick black locks contrasting his pale complexion.

He was handsome. But the longer I looked at him, the more his features began to lighten and contort in colour. As more time passed, he began to look like my Boyfriend! Through out the dream I never caught his name, but I do remember him taking me back with him to his home. We were far up into the mountains where snow and ice covered the land. Near the summit, I saw a large igloo-looking home peek out through the snowy background. When he lead me and his canine inside, it looked like an icy castle. The railings were made of black iron supporting the ice art that made up this home. It was beautiful, shining and gleaming in the light of the candle flames. There was a roaring fireplace in the centre wall of the living room. I huddled up in front of it immediately as soon as I entered. My saviour came up from behind and wrapped a thick fur blanket around my shoulders. The welcoming extra heat embraced me and I curled up within it.

Throughout most of the dream, he was gentle and kind with me. For some reason, my little brother, Andre, was here. While he was in a room in the opposite end of the house, I was alone in the living room sitting on the circular fur carpet. The stranger who saved me calmly walked into the room, and took a seat beside me.

"You know" I started, "You saved my life, yet I don't even know your name."

His head tilted in thought, and he nodded in agreement. With a chuckle, he responded "Aaron."

A light smile spread on my face, and I replied "Leslie."

A soothing warm vibe blossomed between us, and something curled around my shoulder after a few minuets of silence. My head perked up at the sudden move and saw that Aaron had wrapped his arm around me. A light pink blush spread over my face and I shyly shrunk away. When Aaron didn't let up, something didn't feel right. A pain twinged in my stomach; the kind you feel when either you're doing something wrong or something bad is going to happen. I had a feeling it was going to be both.

I didn't want to be rude, so I lightly brushed his arm off of me. He looked at me with a questionable look, and I lightly shook my head no. When he tried to do it again, I did it more firmly this time and squeezed my eyes shut looking away with a stronger blush taking my cheeks. This was making me uncomfortable. Suddenly, he pushed me down onto my back and hovered over me. My eyes widened and the blush took over my whole face. Aaron looked my straight in the eyes and asked "What's the problem?"

The pain in my stomach intensed, and I tried to push myself into the carpet and see if I'll somehow disappear right into it. Again, when I looked at him for a long time, he would contort to look like my Boyfriend! I wanted to say something but the words wouldn't leave my lips. Something in my expression must've caught his eye, that I was dropping my guard.

He started to lean in for a kiss.

I was too dazed and confused to register anything happening around me, and Aaron placed his lips upon mine. My mind saw Aaron as my Boyfriend, but I knew in my heart that he wasn't Carter! When I came back out of my daze, I saw that Aaron was over top, pinning me down by the chest! Wiggling free and delivering a violent shove, Aaron went sliding across the icy room. Sitting up and looking him in the eyes from afar, I spat out his affection and wiped my lips dry.

Later that day, we grew farther apart and more solo. That night, I couldn't take it any more. When Aaron was in the bathroom brushing his teeth, I came up behind and locked the door from the outside. I called out for Andre and told him to get his things, we were leaving.

I could hear Aaron's cursing and ramming into the door while we ran around the house and collected our backpacks. When Aaron's sister came running in, we were running out.

As soon as Aaron was let out and he charged through the front door, Andre and I were already out of sight.