Chapter 2
I wake once again to screams.
Lucy!
She's having her nightmares again.
I unlock her door and see her sleeping calmly.
"Lucy…" I ask quietly.
She gives no answer.
I come over to her bed. She remains motionless. I put my hand on her head to feel her temperature. At the slightest touch, she wakes and grabs my wrist and hisses. Her eyes flew open and saw me. Very confused.
"Lucy, it was a dream." I shake.
Her frightened look goes slightly away. She holds onto my hand to her cheek.
"It was so real, just too scary." She whimpers.
"What happened, in the dream?" I ask, rather curious.
Her horrified look she gave me, it pierced my soul.
"It was…about you. He came. And…he…"stammered trying to find words.
"Who?" I ask.
"I…don't remember." She looked confused.
"Well, it was a dream…it's done. What time is it? Oh my god, it's two in the morning!"
"I'm sorry I woke you Sana." She apologized.
"It's alright Lucy, you can't help it. I know you would do the same for me." I smile. But Lucy's face still holds some sort of fear.
"I'm going out today, and I'll be back in the evening."
I start to walk towards the door.
She shakes her head. "No."
"Hmm?" I ask. Sleep already returning to me.
"Don't go out today…he will be there…watching." She said coldly.
"Lucy, it's over. The dream is gone, forgotten. Pleasant dreams."
"Sana-" she pleads but I close and lock her door again.
She'll forget everything by this morning, like she always does when she has her nightmares.
I love the mist in the morning.
It's so refreshing.
I walk to the streets of London. I love it here so much. So beautiful and full of people in the morning.
I go into the book store. Which is open early because the old man Fitz was there working early. It didn't look too busy. I walk in and hear the soft bell ringing of welcome.
He's somewhat deaf. Fitz is a funny old man. He's a kind old gentleman who lives with his wife upstairs. They are a common old married couple. They're so sweet.
He doesn't flinch. He was too caught up in his books.
I walk up behind him, look over his shoulder.
I look and read the next line and recite in a deep, manly voice
"Don't move or I'll slit you throat."
He threw the book backwards and looks up at me.
He rearranges his glasses, stands up and then says
"SANA! Don't do that!" The old man pleads.
"Sorry, it was too good to resist." I smile.
"How are you?" he asks.
"Fine. Yourself?" I ask.
"Still scared out of my life." He pretends to be hurt. I laugh.
"How's business?" I ask trying to think up a conversation.
"Slower than ever. Hey do you know when Jonathan gets back?"
"No." I lower my head. I just couldn't go one second without thinking of him.
"Sorry." He answered sadly.
"It's okay." I hang my head in sadness and feel tears forming. Fitz gives me a handkerchief and I take it to dab my eyes.
"Well, take any book you want today." He says guiltily.
"Aw, Fitz you don't have to do that."
"No, I insist. Any book you want, you can have."
Unable to persuade him I say "Thank you." And go explore to see which book I would choose.
I brose the books, find Pride and Prejudice and begin reading.
An hour later…
I am hearing voices.
Look at me.
I shake my head as if to get the voice out of my head.
Look at me.
Inwardly I scream, no.
Look at me…NOW!
I turn towards the bookshop window. And find a man staring at me.
Somehow I cannot stop staring back at him, afraid to break eye contact. Finally I muster the strength to jerk my head away.
I hear the bell ring. Somehow I know it was that man staring at me in the window.
I jump out from my seat and hide behind one of the shelves.
I look to my left; he wasn't on my left side.
I turn to my right. And he is there, staring at me. He began to walk swiftly towards me.
I turn to go down my left but he is there. How can that be?
That's impossible…
I go to the right and run right into him.
"Do not fear me." he growled.
I look for Fitz and I see him fast asleep.
He wrapped his arms around me and covered my mouth and took me into a dark closet and locked the door.
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