"AHHHHH!" I sat strait up in my bed, drenched in sweat. I was breathing hard and for a second I didn't know were I was. I looked around in a daze. I saw my desk with my computer sitting turned off on top of it. I saw my poster of the Tokyo Mew Mews on my door, and I saw my fish tank sitting on top of my dresser holding my hamster, Cherry. I looked at my alarm clock on my bedside table.
"3:29… It was just a dream…" I mumbled. Suddenly my bedroom door was flung open and my parents came almost running in. Mum's pink hair was messed up and she had sags under her eyes, although that didn't hide the worry in her face. My dad was trying his best, as always, to look not scared or worried, but concerned. Mum grabbed me close and hugged me tightly and started to rock my back and forth, back and forth.
"Are you alright baby?" she asked worriedly.
"I'm fine mum! Really! Will you let go? You're going to make me throw up!" My mum let go reluctantly. No affiance to my mum, but she treats me as if I'm a little kid who is scared of everything and always wants to cuddle her. I'm 13 years old! Way to old for her to still rock me when I have a bad dream.
I looked up at dad. He was running his hands through his messy black hair, looking as if he would much rather be in bed then standing in my room just because I had a nightmare. Me and himwere on the same page. We both think that a bad dream is just a bad dream and people don't need to worry about a teenager who has a bad dream because they can take care of themselves. My mom on the other hand is way behind us. She is always worrying about me, as if I could sprout wings and fly away and she would never have her baby girl again. The worst part is that I've been having this dream for almost a month now and she is acting even worse then normal with me. To bad she isn't like my friend Newnan's mom. Mrs. Aizaua is super cool! She doesn't even tell us to call her Mrs. Aizaua. She says to call her by her first name, Mint. She even tells Newnan to call her by her first name, because "Mum" makes her sound old. Of course, my parents would flip if I called Mum, Ichigo, or Dad, Masaya.
"Mum, really! I'm fine! I don't even know why I yelled, I've had that dream so many times it isn't even scary anymore." My parents exchanged glances and my dad walksed over to my bed.
"That's my girl; you don't get scared that easy. Just like you old man. Good night sweetheart." He kissed my on the head and then so did my mum. They walk out of the room and closed the door softly behind them.
The truth was, I had lied to my mum. It had been the same dream, only usually as soon as I start running I woke up, I had never gotten that far into the dream before. I had never found out what had been chasing me, until tonight.
I slowly laid back down in bed and tried to think of what had been chasing me. With my parents distracting me for so long, I hadn't had time to think about what it had been that had been chasing me. All I knew was that it had been the most unexpected thing I could ever image. I sunk my head into my pillow and prayed that I wouldn't find myself back in that horrible forest, with the thing that was trying to kill me.
