EMMIE POV -
What's going on? I'm running. That's all I know.
What am I running from? I stop. I turn around.
Now I know. There's a face there. It's chasing me, everywhere I go, it's there.
My world is spinning, uncontrolled.
Where am I?
Now I'm falling. When did I start? The bottom's getting closer, oh God-
I darted forward in bed, breathing heavily as my eyes grow accustomed to the darkness all around me. It was 3 AM.
I sighed loudly and fell backward into my pillows, narrowly avoiding the headboard. These nightmares are getting worse. And yet they're always the same, every night. Whose is that face that I'm running from? I still haven't figured it out.
I decided I should get up and start getting ready, I can already see that trying to fall back asleep won't happen.
I walked into the bathroom and splashed my face. I couldn't help but feel unexcited at the sight that greeted me when I looked into the mirror. Did I always look this terrible in the mornings? Maybe just after the sleepless nights. Or after crying for hours on end. Either way, my eyes had dark circles all around them. My hair was a mess. I looked like I hadn't seen the sun in a few years.
I sat down in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal and ate it slowly, feeling quite empty inside. I couldn't bring myself to say who it is I knew I was missing. I groaned loudly as I spilled a puddle of milk over the side of the bowl. I reached for a napkin.
EM.
My heart stopped. With wide eyes, I stared at the napkin.
What?
Ja- I stopped myself - He's the only one that ever called me that. Em.
But why is it written on a napkin?
A shiver went down my spine as I sat there, staring into the cereal. I had lost my appetite. I got up and dumped it into the sink, the napkin still clenched in my fist.
And as I walk into my room, I realized something.
It's his face. In the dream.
It's him I'm running from.
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