Fire, fire was everywhere. Buildings were burning, people were screaming, but the fire didn't stop. She didn't know what she was doing all she knew was that she was running. Not slowing down nor speeding up just running. She passed burning mothers holding their crying children and people committing suicide before the fire could consume them. Every time she ran passed someone they were either dying or were already dead no one seemed to have any hope. Every building was on fire, every bridge, every field, everything was dying. There was no hope for anyone or anything. It was over and she was going to die too. So why couldn't she stop? Why was she still running? As she ran to the edge of the town she saw a girl with her back shown to her. As she saw the young girl she slowed down, slower and slower until she was right behind the girl. As she stopped the girl turned around. As she saw the girl she couldn't help but scream. The girl in front of her was about as tall as her with long brown hair and brown eyes. She was dressed in a white summer dress, bare foot, and with blood everywhere, blood on her dress, on her hands, in her hair and across her face. As the girl looked Anastasea she smiled, "There you are Anastasea. I missed you. Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you."

Anastasea stepped back shaking her head, "Who are you I don't know you."

The girl took a step towards Anastasea regaining the space that was lost, "Haha, oh how rude of me. Here let me start over. Hello Anastasea my names Lucinda and I'm going to kill you."

She wanted to wake up and escape the nightmare but it only continued.

She was now in a dark room. The only source of light was a torch which was standing next to a stone block. She looked down to see that she was no longer a little girl, but her teenage self who was now wearing a long white dress that reached her ankles, the dress was no longer white though as there were blood stains that marked her dress as her skin. As she brought her hands to the fire she could see the dry blood that covered her tan arms and hand. She rubbed her face as small dry blood flakes fell from her face. She then turned to the stone block and saw as the block had four notches, two for the arms and two for the legs. She walked over the block and touched the dry blood which was spilled over the stone.

"Well it looks like I finally dragged you here."

Anastasea turned and saw the girl from her last dream, but she was different. She was taller and older; she looked now to be in her mid-teens. Her hair was in a long ponytail which reached her mid back. She wore the same dress as Anastasea too, but unlike Anastasea's there was no blood on it. The girl smiled and walked closer to her.

"I'm getting closer little Gypsy. You can't hide from me forever."

Anastasea stood still as the girl kept walking towards her, "You're Lucinda, right? The girl from my last dream."

Lucinda laughed, "So you do remember me. Glad to know you're not stupid."

"Why do you want me?" She whispered.

The Witch walked closer so that she was only inches away from her, "You cannot hid forever little girl. I will find you."

Anastasea watched in horror as see saw her pull out a short dagger, "It's only a matter of time before I find you in real life."

Lucinda took the dagger and placed the blade on Anastasea's neck, "And when I find you, you'll finally be dead."

And with that Lucinda slit her delicate tan neck.