Disclaimer: I OWN TWILIGHT! Yeah right, I wish.
"SHE WILL COME!" he yelled. He was a pretty boy. He shouldn't be so angry. The way his messy bronze hair came down or the way his eyes sparkled. He was purely angelic.
The girl was pretty too. He had her pinned against the wall. From my perspective they looked like lovers but he yelled at her in a menacing way that couldn't possibly be meant for a lover.
He was holding pixie-like girl's throat up against the wall. She was crying. Not out of fear. More like denial. He came closer,
"DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND!" he yelled. He wasn't trying to be mean. He just wanted her to get it through her head. Someone was coming. She wasn't safe.
"She will come." He whispered, "And when she's done with you, after she…"
After she what? God, that is so frustrating! No matter how many times I see this I never figure out what this person was going to do. Then again, maybe it was something I didn't want to know.
"…She will be indestructible."
"No…" the girl whimpered. Sweat was glinting in her short, ink black hair
"Don't you remember?" he was angry again, "You know what she's like! She almost got…"
Again. Frustrating. Did she hurt someone else? Who was this girl?
"I remember." The girl finally surrendered. The boy let his grip loosen.
"Get yourself out. Let me deal with her." He muttered
"Where will we meet?" you could now hear the authority in her voice. Not weak but equal.
"I will find you. Gather the rest. Stay together. I will find you." He commanded.
She nodded. Then looked alarmed. Sort of dazed but still alarmed.
"What is it!" the boy yelled, shaking her almost violently.
No! I don't want to see this anymore! WAKE UP!
Suddenly I was in my bed again. I had heaps of dreams like that. Some had that pretty boy in it. Some had the pretty girl. Some had this drop-dead gorgeous woman in it usually accompanied by a muscular man and a lot of indecent scenarios. Some had a tall, handsome, blonde boy in it. Sometimes I dream of the doctor who had been in the surgery room while I died, I even dream of his wife. I don't usually have reoccurring dreams like the one I just had. The rest of my dreams only come once and each one looks like they all played dress up while I was looking at it. That dream I just had came so randomly. Sometimes I would have it every night for a week sometimes I would have it after a few months. But I remember all my dreams. I remember the names of the places, the people, what their relationship was to one another. Except for that dream, of course. It isn't really a specific dream. Would I dare to look at the clock? I turned and regretted it instantly. Four a.m.! Last time I checked it was two thirty! I haven't had a good night sleep since the accident. I smothered myself with the pillow willing myself to go back to sleep. How I dread the upcoming school in a few hours.
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