Promises On Nothing
Got another story for you guys! Don't panic or anything, I promise, no SWEAR, I'll update this as soon as I can, along with Secrecy Unjustified. I'm just trying to get my dignity back by doing this. And my love for writing stories. Still has my favorite pairings in it and do not get confused with this. This story clashes strongly against Secrecy Unjustified, so the two are not related. I apologize for nothing but my tardiness. Read and enjoy! :D R & R too, please. I'd love to hear from you guys.
Disclaimer: POM does not belong to me. I only own OCs and maybe or not the plot line and character history.
Prologue: No Ordinary Vision, No Ordinary Visitors
Heavy Breathing.
Crunching leaves and twigs.
The footsteps have long become faster in tempo after the first whooshing sound.
The pants are more frantic now and Selena looks behind every few seconds, aware of the sensation of those things following her.
Until her foot gets caught in an upraised root and she falls face first with a scream. She raised a dirt streaked head and looked around in a daze, temporarily forgetting where she was. The whooshing sound was back again and then the impending footsteps sounded like cymbals in her ears.
"Shoot." She tried to push herself up, but realize she couldn't when another cry of pain escaped from her mouth. Her other hand grips the injured wrist but she managed to roll on her back. She was about to sit up when a pair of hands reached out toward her.
Her body flew up into a sitting position as tear filled eyes popped open and the fear grew evident in her eyes before the owner took in the surroundings. After waiting for her erratic heart to calm down, she let out a sigh and slowly flopped back onto the bed. She turned her head to the side and spotted the slow rise and fall of the person sleeping on the other bed while wiping away the hot tears. She wanted to crawl out the window and onto the roof and let the moonlight swoon her to sleep, but the blankets and comforter that were twisted around her gave her the sense that she had been trashing about. She didn't want to risk waking up her friend and roommate. There was no way she would give her friend a fright if she ever asked what happened. With another sigh, she mentally cursed herself for letting such a silly dream affect her and thought about it.
There's no way that could've happened, could it?
It was possible, since her daily runs had unsatisfactorily turned into monthly runs, but it was the…things from the dream that scared her most. It just seemed so unearthly yet so real. All her other dreams, they weren't this realistic and scary.
"It has to be a sign." She stared at the ceiling filled with glowing stars. "It has to be."