I'm panting. Running. Being chased. She's gaining on me. There's nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Followed. Always being followed. She's closer now. I feel her breath growing closer. She has a knife. She's bringing it down. Not at me? No! Siska!
I wake up, screaming and gasping. I've been having the same nightmare for the past week. This is the worst one yet. As I was trying to steady my breath, Spritle burst in. "Miles, what's wrong?" He asked.
"N-nothing. J-just a d-dream," I stuttered.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Spritle asked.
I lowered my head. "The dreams are always the same. I'm being chased, not by the committee, but by Ari."
"Who's Ari?" Spritle cut in.
"She's my evil older sister. She's chasing me. She takes out a knife. I always think that she's going to strike me, but she doesn't. She kills Siska," I finished telling Spritle my dream. Tears are rolling down my cheeks.
Spritle puts a hand on my shoulder. "It's only a dream, Miles."
"No. My dreams are never just dreams. Nine times out of ten, the events of my dreams come true!" I whimpered.
"Go back to sleep. I'll keep you and Siska safe. I promise," Spritle continued. I nodded once. I laid down on my bed. Spritle put his hand on my head as I fell asleep.
I woke up to a sound in Siska's room. I got up and walked over. Siska isn't the only one there. "Ari!" I scream.
"Yes, Miles! It's me. Ari! Now, your sister shall die!" She raised a knife and stabbed Siska in the throat. She died instantly.
Spritle burst in. "What's going on…" His voice trailed off as his eyes lay on Siska. Ari turned and knocked me out.