Chapter Two
Deep sleep washed over my eyes. And the scenes that followed would never be forgotten. So dark and daunting, my dreams resembled to a nightmare out of a storybook. Even through the horrifying scenes that projected into my eyelids, I could feel cold sweat run down my face and back.
Faces starred down upon me in darkness, through scenes that were washed over with gray and black tints. Unfamiliar, yet terribly recognizable, I felt like I knew those people, but couldn't remember where I'd acquainted them.
The faces clashed against new features. These were bright and unbefitting. Different to the washed out faces that had been alone only a few minutes before. They shone like the North Star over a moonless night. And a foreign comfort could be felt throughout the dream.
That's when I awoke, drenched beneath the covers of my bed.
But I wasn't in my bed. No longer did I live within the comfort of my home. I'd slipped away from the world. I'd been mourned and forgotten. I died.
The memory came back to me as if haunting. Alone in the dark room, I felt disturbed and unaided. My hands shook without cease and a small twitch formed at the edge of my mouth. They were all signs of fear.
As my muscles started to unclench, I thought my hysterics were over. While turning over in my sheets I glimpsed at a pair of dark yellow eyes staring at me within the shadows.
My body froze and a strange screamed left between my wide parted lips.