Michael was running…down a hallway. He stumbled and knocked over a porcelain vase. It shattered into a million pieces across the floor. He began to sob…tears pouring down his cheeks.
"Michael? Michael?" Mia was tugging at his arm. He looked up. She pulled him up, and he threw his arms around her. He breathed in her warm, comforting smell.
"Mike," J.P. was smiling at him with a sneer. He was suddenly out of Mia's arms. Mia was standing with her arms wrapped around J.P., her back turned towards Michael. J.P. was facing him, running his hands around her back and then he lowered them. His fingers began to compress…and squeeze. Michael gasped and advanced towards them.
J.P opened his mouth wide and sank his teeth into Mia's shoulder. Blood began spurting out.
"Oh, J.P.!" Michael was stunned. Suddenly Mia whipped her head round, her shiny hair flying and her eyes glistening red.
"You left. What was I supposed to do? Wait around for YOU?"
Michael woke up, with a cold sweat.