Well, no one reviewed on my other chapter, so I'll just start writing a next one

The room was covered in blood. A scream echoed through the corridor; the door was opened.

"Keely!" Phil cried. The girl was being dragged out of the room, Phil couldn't see the face. As Phil went to chase Keely and her kidnapper, the door slammed shut. Phil turned the handle, but the door was locked, even though the lock was on Phil's side of the door. Phil continued to struggle with the lock, but soon gave up and collapsed in a crying heap on the floor.

Keely looked up at the person who was taking her. As she was helplessly being dragged along the corridor, other students were opening their doors and just standing in the doorways, ghostlike, and watching Keely being taken. As Keely and her kidnapper neared the end of the corridor, the man stopped and with drew a knife. Keely struggled as the object glistened in the moonlight; he held it to her neck and took his arm back. Keely breathed heavily and shut her eyes, knowing she was powerless to resist her fate.

Keely's eyes shot right open, music rang through eyes

She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days she feels like dying
Some days it's not worth trying
Now that they both are finding
She gets so sick of crying

At the same time, Phil's eyes shot opening, freeing him from his horrid dream, music ran through his ears as well, relaxing him

Because heaven sends

And heaven takes

Crashing cars into his brain

Keep him tied up to a dream

And only she can set him free

And then he says to me:

Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now

Kill me now kill me now, kill me now

They both breathed heavily. They each noticed each other's reaction, and noticed the tear glistening face.

"Are you o.k., Keels?" Phil asked her, hoping that she would talk to him, seeing as she hadn't for the previous four hours of the coach journey. Keely turned the dial on her music player right up, so she could drown out Phil's words. Obviously, she was still annoyed with him. Phil sighed and put a DVD in his PSP, trying to forget the dream, yet he still couldn't get the echoing screams out of his head, no matter how much Napoleon Dynamite was making him laugh.

Keely pulled a glittery book out of her bag along with a fluffy pen. It was her dream journal. Keely rapidly scribbled away the dream about the dream. The loud music was hurting her ears. She hadn't turned it up just to ignore Phil; she was desperately trying to drown out the despondent thudding and maniacal laughing. It was still a long coach journey, but Keely wouldn't dare sleeping.

She paused her music and tapped Phil's shoulder,

"Erm…Phil," she told him weakly, "I'm sorry for ignoring you. We're still gonna be in the same room on the trip, won't we?"

"Sure," Phil replied, in an upbeat voice, "I scared you, sorry. Hey, wanna watch this film with me?"

Keely's face beamed, nut before watching the film, she turned to Phil, "I had this dream this really scary one, it was," she paused and gulped, then continued with the story. Phil's eyes opened in amazement and recognition. Once she was finished, Phil's face had gone paler,

"I had the exact same dream"

O.k, so that was crap as well : I hope it will get better, I'll try to update at least once a day. Although my rabbit keeps jumping on the keyboard, he'll probably do something to delete it all :(