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Chapter 4
I woke up the next morning, shaking. A cold sheen of sweat had broken out on my forehead. That dream was by far the strangest and creepiest dream I had ever had. I dreamt that I was back in Mystic Falls, being chased by a gang (the same gang that had almost raped me last year in Mystic Falls), when all of a sudden, a pair of BLUE eyes jumped off of the wall of the alley and stood in front of me, protecting me from the gang. I was quite literally frozen to the spot as the eyes launched themselves forward and bit into the neck of the nearest gang member. The other gang members screamed and tried to run, but the eyes looked up and suddenly the gang members were, like me, frozen in place. Once the eyes had finished with the first gang member, they jumped forward again and attacked each and every one of the gang, dropping their lifeless bodies on the floor with a sickening thunk. I gasped as the eyes slowly turned around. They walked forward until they were about three inches away from me. I went to scream but the eyes put a figure to my lips. Their other hand wound around my neck before moving their fingers from my lips. I went to speak, to scream, to do ANYTHING, when the eyes crushed their lips down on mine. The eyes forced their tongue through my lips. I was no longer in control of my own body as I wound my arms up around the stranger's neck and tangled my fingers in their hair. The stranger moved one hand from my face and trailed it down my neck to my hip, pulling me closer and bowing my body against theirs. Then their hand continued down to my thigh. The stranger wrapped their hand around the base of my thigh and hooked my leg up over their hip. They then seemed to realize that I wasn't going to pull away when I forced my tongue into the strangers mouth. They moved their hand from my neck to my other leg and hoisted that leg up over his other hip. I wrapped my legs around the strangers waist as I tilted my head to deepen the kiss. The stranger moved their hands to my waist as the stranger backed me up against a wall. I ran my hands down the stranger's chest, finding the buttons on their shirt. Just before I could undo them however, the stranger placed me gently back on my feet and was gone.
I decided that it was time for a shower. I walked into my bathroom and started to warm the water up. When it was hot enough, I stripped out of my pyjamas and stepped into the shower, letting the water run down my body and wash away the dream. I had already decided to stay out of Whitby for a few days, so I text Teresa and told her I wasn't feeling well, which wasn't a lie. She text back and told me that she hoped I felt better soon.
After about two hours, I decided to step out of the shower. I wrapped myself in a towel and padded back to my room. I got changed into my old varsity sweats and t-shirt. I quickly blow dried my hair before tugging it up off my face and into a pony tail. I grabbed my phone and headphones along with my book before I headed downstairs. I dumped my stuff onto the sofa and walked into the kitchen, putting the kettle on as I grabbed the bacon from the fridge. When the kettle had boiled, I made myself a hot chocolate and put the bacon on. I buttered two slices of bread before placing the bacon on one slice, I put the bacon sandwich on a plate and then I walked into the living room, my hot chocolate on one hand, my plate in my other. I put them down on the coffee table and turned the television on. I put the news on, as I normally did, and picked up my sandwich. I had just started to chew when a news bulletin came on about Mystic Falls. I chewed as I listened to the newsreader. Suddenly I stopped. A picture of an alleyway had appeared to the screen. Seven young men, aged between 18 and 25 were found dead in this alleyway at 8 15 this morning. There are no witnesses but it is well known that they are all members of the same gang. The killer left no evidence, however a woman's bag was found at the scene. It was a pale tan colour with woollen trim. The purse was still there, however, several other personal belongings: a driver's license and some photographs appear to have been taken. This is either the work of a vicious rival gang or…I dumped my sandwich on the plate which was still on the coffee table, before sprinting out the living and up the stairs. I ran to the bathroom and was promptly sick. I sat there for ten minutes, shaking. The bag the newsreader described…I had a bag just like it. I had had it in her dream last night. I had also had it that night last year as well. It was the same alleyway as in my dream and last night, and the gang was the same as before, both in my dream and last Halloween. 8 15 was the time I had woken up this morning. The eyes… they hadn't touched anything except me. With a strong feeling of dread, I got up off the bathroom floor and made my way to my room. I opened my closet and looked through my pile of handbags. Sure enough, my light tan bag with the woollen trim was nowhere to be found and I knew I had brought it with me. I checked my bedside table. My purse was there. So was all the money that I keep in it, along with my credit cards. My driver's license wasn't there. I opened the second drawer down, now feeling very sick. My photo's. The ones of Jeremy, Jenna, Alaric and Anna were all there along with the ones of my mum and dad. However, the pictures I kept of me, Matt, Caroline, Tyler, April, and Bonnie were nowhere to be found. I ran back to my bathroom and threw up again. This was more than a coincidence.
I walked slowly back downstairs when I heard my phone ringing. I looked at the number. It was Teresa. I answered as I took my plate and mug to the kitchen. Call me crazy, but I had lost my appetite.
'Hey Teresa.' I said, not having to fake the sickness in my voice. I washed up my plate as I listened to Teresa.
'What?! Someone's found my driver's license?' I said as I walked into the living room again, dreading what the newsreader would be currently saying. …10 minutes ago, someone found the missing driver's license from the handbag at the scene of the murder in Mystic Falls. It belongs to a Miss Elena Gilbert… 'They handed it in about 10 minutes ago.' Teresa was saying.
'Hang on Teresa. I'll phone you back.' I choked out before handing up and running to the bathroom. After I had finished in the bathroom, I decided to phone Teresa back. 'Hey, Teresa sorry about that.'
'Thanks. I'll be down in a minute to collect my driver's license.' With that I hung up. I shoved my feet into my Uggs, not bothering about what I looked like.
When I arrived in Whitby, I walked straight to Jane's Rock Shop. I walked through the door, the bell tinkling. Teresa saw me and immediately walked over.
'Hey 'lena.' She greeted me.
'Hey Teresa.' I said, doing my best to smile as genuinely as I could. I walked over and picked up some clotted cream fudge before walking back to the counter. Teresa pulled my license out of her pocket and handed it to me.
'You can have that on the house. You really don't look well.' Teresa said, giving me a sympathetic smile.
'Thanks Teresa. I'll let you know when I'm feeling better.' I said as I walked out of the shop.
When I got in, I realized that my television was still on. I turned it off. I'd had enough of 'coincidences' for today. I settled down on the sofa before opening my book.
I had been reading for about three hours. I closed my book with a sharp snap. I put the bookmark inside the cover before getting up to stretch my legs. I decided that I should eat something. I put a few slices of bread in the toaster while I cut some cheese. When the toast popped up, I placed the slices of cheese on top before putting the cheese on toast in the microwave. 3 minutes later, I cut the toast in half and sat at the table to eat. I looked at the clock. It was half past 9. I decided to have a somewhat early night. I washed my plate up, put it away in the cupboard before walking upstairs. I changed into a clean set of pyjamas before opening my window slightly and climbing into bed. I sent a message to Caroline, Bonnie, Matt, April and Tyler saying goodnight, as I have every night since I arrived. I waited a half hour but didn't get a reply, so I decided to go to sleep. I turned my phone off, put it on my bedside table and turned my light off. I turned over, facing my window and was soon asleep.