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Chapter 3: Silly Dreams That Make Me Question My Sanity.

Riiight. Just a phone. Just a freaking three hundred dollar phone that I was never going to see again. I wasn't going to cry over the stupid thing, but I was going to sulk and be miserable.

I scowled and changed my status on AIM, Facebook, and MySpace to, "The world has official ended. Cutting seems to be a wonderful option."

Yes, it was a little bit dramatic but I wanted people to react and talk to me! No one was on (shocking and suspicious if you ask me) and I was feeling slightly dejected without anyone except my parents to talk to. I mean they are great, but it's not like they would understand like Leah would. The stupid ho was out with her boyfriend.

There was a great suspicion that she was actually going to break up with him. Now that I think about it he was sounding a little sad when mistakenly yelled at him on the phone.

I groaned at my patheticness. I was such a wretched, love sick child. I glared at my computer screen for about fifteen minutes with no response from anyone and had myself convinced I was unloved and hated karma (which I do not believe in by the way) and went to bed massaging the grimaced from my cheeks.

So I was sitting Indian style in my living room and the whole house was empty. For some reason I was wearing a fluffy red dress that puffed out like a ballerina and ended at my knees. I laughed when I saw the ballet slippers on my feet. I was feeling very good about myself because I look really good in red when Leah walked in and sat down in front of me, smiling.

She was wearing the same ballerina dress but in a pale pink. She really did look like a prima ballerina with her hair in a tight bun (which just made her forehead look even bigger) and the costume make-up. We were two pretty siblings if you ask me.

"Are we having a pow wow or something? Cause I thought this was my whacked out dream." I laughed nervously at her serene and quiet demeanor. It was very freaky. And completely unlike her.

Leah continued smiling and I was beginning to get really, really scared with her weird non-blinking eyeballs when all the lights went out. I dream screamed and was positive my sister was going to mutate from prima ballerina to brain eating zombie and, eat my brain.

When the lights came back on Leah was not alone. And instead of her being in her ballerina costume she was wearing her outfit from the mall today, and he was standing behind her.

"He's mine." Her deep laugh was laced with malice

"Uhhhh . . ." I laughed nervously in return as Rob began running his fingers through her hair, which was now pin straight and hanging down past her shoulders.

Leah's eyes glinted evilly and she cupped her hands over her mouth. "I really do have his number." She whispered and then pulled my phone from her pocket with a shrug. "And I stole your phone."

This really was a nightmare.

I laughed in disbelief as she tugged on his hand to join her on the floor. The lights went out again as Leah leaned into his face and touched her lips to his.

When the lights came on again I couldn't tell if I was in my empty house or just in empty space. The only light provided was a stage light pointed directly from above, down on my head. I was sitting alone on the cold floor trying to clear my mind from the last scene when Leah again entered the dream, sauntering into the circle of light.

Still dressed in the silly red ballerina dress I hopped up and advanced on her. I blinked as she disappeared from view.

This was so weird. You would think I would have a normal dream or at least one that didn't involve my sister ruining my dreams.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and a shiver went up my spine. And let me tell you, it was not one of those delicious shivers a guy can give you by just winking. Oh no. It was the shiver that was telling me, "RUN ALLIE! QUICK OR YOU'LL DIE!". The room seemed to drop fifty degrees.

"Tsk, tsk." The voice was female, laced with velvet and arsenic. "Allie, you really shouldn't be thinking such naughty things." The voice giggled and her hand tightened uncomfortably and I was spun around.

Okay, I knew she was supposed to be Leah, but the facts were telling me otherwise. As if she knew my thoughts her grip tightened even more and she slapped her other hand over her mouth to hold back a giggle.

"I am Leah, silly!"

The facts: She was too beautiful and too white to be my sister. Not that Leah isn't pretty, but this was something ethereal, other worldly. Her skin was a creamy porcelain instead of displaying the darker side of the Cherokee genes she had been blessed with.

But it was her eyes that had my heart in a vise. Blood red and completely narrowed, I knew she was really a monster and this was truly a nightmare.

She smiled wickedly and her teeth flashed menacingly. Oh gosh, she was a freaking vampire. My sister was a freaking vampire and I bet she was looking at my jugular. No wonder she had disappeared on me when I walked toward her.

Leah moved her hand from my shoulder to my neck (I knew it! Wait a minute . . . I should not be congratulating myself for an analysis well done in this particular situation.) and began to squeeze. "It's not nice to have naughty thoughts, Allie." She laughed wickedly again. "Well sometimes it is, but in this case I think you need to be punished."

She cocked her head to the side, pursing her wine lips as the grip on my throat tightened and she lifted my whole body off the ground.

Okay, this is the part where Edward comes and saves me. Leah was shaking me now and was squeezing so hard it was a wonder my head hadn't popped off yet. Okay . . . I will take anyone, even the movie version of Edward.

HELLO?!

My sister was trying to kill me. I grabbed her delicate wrist and tried to kick her but nothing happened to set me free. I tried to make myself wake up but that light at the end of the tunnel thing just was not happening.

Leah licked her lips.

I'd even take freaking mortal Robert Pattinson right now if it would get the much needed oxygen into my ever shrinking lungs!

"Gack!" I squeaked and amazingly she dropped me to the floor and began to stalk me. I was already immobilized so there was no need for the taunting. It was like when you watch a scary movie but you can't not watch, so you look away but choose to be a glutton for punishment. Leah licked her lips and I squeezed my eyes shut and then peeked out to see her slowing her stalk. Oh, this was so stupid.

I could feel my heart racing as she finally lunged at me causing the walls of anxiety to come crashing down.

Everything went black, for about a second. My eyes widened as I saw that vampire Leah was replaced by the mortal actor.

This was the queerest dream in the world. I pulled myself off the floor and flung my ballerina body at him. He pushed me away with a grimace and I growled at him. "I don't know if you realize this Mr. Pattinson, but this is my dream and if I want to kiss your face off, I WILL!"

My nightmare would have a happy ending.

Just as I leaned in for the second time I heard someone shout. I ignored my mother's voice and continued to move up toward his decadent lips.

"This is the last time I am going to tell you to get up! If you want that phone, you better get your butt out of that bed!" My mother's voice snapped sharply.

His face disappeared and my eyes flew open to see her walking out my door. I clenched my eyes shut and tried to retrieve the end of the dream.

For seven minutes I was lying there conjuring up images of our lips conforming together in simple bliss and my fingers entwining into his gorgeous hair. All I achieved was another threat from my mother saying that they would leave for the mall without me if I didn't get my butt out of bed and dressed in the next five minutes.

I needed a new car and a new phone. I groaned and rolled out of the bed.

Me: I don't think he likes you very much, Al.

Allie: Shut up! It was just a stupid dream!

Me: No really, I think maybe he might like some other overly enthusiastic fan.

Allie: Leah is a braindead ditz.

Me: And that right there is the worst kept secret ever.

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