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Chapter 2: Am I going insane?!
Dawn turned on her bedside lamp to make sure what she was seeing was true. It was. Someone had written her a note. Which is pretty crazy since no one really liked her. Dawn read the note carefully, as if savoring every word:
Dear Dawn,
You might not know me, but I know you. I'm not trying to scare you or anything, but I've seen the way you've been treated. And one thing's for sure, I don't like it. It's unfair and cruel. You might not think anyone cares, but your wrong. I care.
If it makes you feel any better, I'll show myself tomorrow. But for your own safety, keep those dreams of yours to yourself. Please for your own good.
I'll see ya tomorrow. Remember, your never alone in this world.
No signature. Dawn blinked back a tear as she read the note again. Who ever wrote this actually cares. But how does he know me? Dawn thought. Oh my god, he's a stalker! And how does he know I have these weird dreams?
Dawn shook her head and placed the note on her nightstand. Turning off her lamp, she crawled under her covers and curled into a ball on her side. Unaware that another dream will come tonight... with a little twist.
Dawn POV (Dawn's Dream)
I awake to find myself still in my room. It was dark and very late. I sit up, only to find that my head hurts. Just a little bit. I close my eyes tight, trying to erase the pain. Then, just like that, the pain is gone. I open my eyes and look straight.
To my surprise, the window is wide open, my blue curtains fluttering as a gentle, chilly breeze blows in. I shiver. Then, I spot something sitting on the rail.
I get up out of bed and slowly walk to the figure. When I step onto the balcony, I close the window softly and move closer.
In the light of the full moon, I could see it was a boy about my age, maybe a year or two older, with dark brown hair with silver streaks and brown eyes. He was wearing a white shirt, a brown jacket and tie, brown pants, and black shoes. His pale skin seems to shimmer in the faint light of the moon.
We make eye contact and his brown eyes stare deep into my green ones. The boy smiles. "Who are you?" I asked.
"The person who cares," the boy replies with his British accent, removing himself from the rail and takes a step forward. I stand my ground. "Is this a dream?" I asked again. The boy shrugs.
"It could be. But it's different from others, am I correct, Dawn?" he says. My eyes widen. He knows my name! "Well, first off I'm not in that strange world that I've been going to in all my dreams. Second, you can hear and see me, unlike other times when no one can. And I'm not sure if you are able to touch me either," I say. The boy chuckles.
"Well, lets test it then, shall we?" he asked. He raises a hand in front of him. I hesitate, then, as his brown eyes burn into mine, I press my hand to his. I feel tingling sensation flood in my stomach. The boy smiles as weaves his fingers with mine. My heart begins to pound.
We stand like this for a while before the boys eyes glance over to the horizon. I follow his gaze and see the sun is rising. For some reason, I panic. The boy lets go my hand and backs away toward the rail. "I have to go," he whispers. He climbs onto the rail, as if he's as light as a feather, and stares into the sky.
"Will I ever see you again?" I asked, touching his arm. The boy turns and looks at me. He smiles and cups my face in his hand. "When you wake up," he whispers and then he touched the center of my forehead with his index finger. My eyes close and I pass out.
(End of Dream)
My eyes flew open. I sits up and rubs my head. "What the hell happened?" I whispers to myself. I looks up and gasp. My window was wide open, just like in my dream! But how is that even possible?! I swear to God I closed it last night. Or maybe it wasn't a dream... maybe it was real.
I shake my head to get the thought out. I look at my alarm clock. 7:10. I groan and get out of bed. I close my window and close the curtains. I take off my clothes from yesterday and change into my school uniform: a white blouse and dark green plaid skirt that goes to my knees. I pull up my white, knee-high socks and slip on my black shoes. I comb out my blonde hair, which likes to curl at the bottom where it reaches my hips. Grabbing my messenger bag from my desk, I hurry out the door.
I sigh in relief that Father is already gone. I really don't like dealing with him in the morning. It's bad enough that I get abused by him.
I reach my school and hurry to my locker. I get out the books that I need and lock it. Then I hurry to home room and take my seat at the far back corner by the window. I stare out the window and watch the clouds roll by. The ringing of the bell snaps me out of my trance and I turn to face the front.
The class room door opens and our teacher, Ms. Bright, enters... with another student! The class begins talking in murmurs about this. We hadn't had a new student for months.
The student was boy about my age, maybe a year or two older, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He is wearing his school uniform: a white collared shirt and brown pants.
His face is expressionless as his eyes stare around the class room. His eyes meet mine for about a few seconds and instant recognition appeared in my head. His eyes are the same ones that the boy in my dream has.
Wait a minute...he doesn't just look like the boy from my dream.
It is the boy from my dream!
Cliff hanger again! Ohhh, such suspense... it must be killing you, isn't it? *evil smirk* Well don't worry, there is more coming soon! Sorry for the short chapter, guys, my imagination in fried right now.
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Q: When did the mysterious boy said he would see Dawn again?
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