4
Mikayla
November 3rd
This time, I was in a different room.
The walls were plastered with posters of football players and baseball players and there were four beds present in the room. The blue and white striped curtains prevented much light from the moon to seep in through the windows. Once I realized that none of the rooms in our dormitory looked like this, I almost screamed. Then I mentally slapped myself. It was only a dream. Nobody would actually hear me.
The boys' dormitory was not at all what I expected. I figured it would be dumpster, but I can't speak for all the rooms. This was the only one I visited, and it was fairly clean. Without meaning to, I got a close up of one of the boys who was sleeping on the bed beside the window. I hadn't a clue as to why I was here looking at this particular person, but then I saw his straight black hair, which looked all too familiar, and realized that I see this guy every day hanging around with Nicolette.
Before I could make any sense of what was going on, I was back in my own bed again. But I wasn't awake yet. The room was pitch dark and the only source of light seemed to be coming from a pair of purple eyes, and three white, sharp claws.
I was frozen with fear and could barely move. Just when I thought about trying to put the pieces together, the claws swiped down, and I felt a stab of pain on my left knee. Then I woke up to the room shrouded in darkness.
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized that my knee was actually burning. I hoped that my roommates wouldn't mind me turning on the light, because that's exactly what I did. What I did next almost made me pass out. I lifted my blanket and threw it aside, to see my left knee had three scars, identical to those on Riley's arm. The only difference was that these were fresh with blood still dripping onto my bed sheet.
Of course, whatever I hope for never actually happens, since my roommates woke up because of the light. They were all curious as to what happened and why the light was on, and I didn't even have to explain. I didn't get time actually. As soon as they were in their senses – which was pretty fast – they noticed my leg and started going crazy. Questions were thrown at me all at once. I could barely understand them, and it wasn't only because I wasn't really paying attention. I had tons of questions in my mind already, and I couldn't answer most of them.
My roommates were thinking about trying to stop the bleeding in my leg, or carry me to the sick ward, or drag the nurse all the way from sick ward to our room, but all I could think about was my dream and what it meant for the near future.