Disclaimer: All names and Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just play with her creations... however the plot line of this fan fiction is mine.
Chapter 7
Running
I find myself running so fast, looking behind me all the time. Someone is there
Someone is gaining on me. I want to get away but can't seem to quite get there. If I could just make it to that building I would be fine, to the underground parking garage and to my car
But they are still gaining, why me? What did I do?
There's my car
BANG!
I bolt upright in bed, dripping with sweat, my hair stuck to my face, panting and trying hard to catch my breath.
It seemed more real this time, maybe it was because of Mike's visit? And then the figure being back.
Damn whoever it is that keeps watching me, not only does he seem to appear where ever I am, but in my dreams to.
I really need to catch him and find out who it is.
I wonder if he is outside now? Should I go check?
Shaking my head to try and clear my mind I head for the kitchen glancing at the clock on the microwave to see that it's gone midnight.
I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and headed for the front living room window.
I want to see if he is there.
I peek round the curtain and as I lay eyes on the street Alice and Jasper start to twitter between themselves and make me jump a mile.
' God guys you nearly gave me a heart attack, quiet down' I whisper shout at them.
My heart rate starts to slow again and my breathing becoming regular so I peek back out again.
Nothing!
Hmmm, that's strange, I was sure he would have been watching me, but then why am I so bothered?
This strange guy, or person really as it could well be a female, but I doubt it with that arse, keeps watching me yet I'm not overly scared about it.
I'm obsessed by it.
Oh my god I really am going insane.
I sigh and pull myself away from the window deciding to go take a shower to wash away the nightmare.
I had not had chance to have one earlier after Mike's sudden appearance and vanishing act then having to eat I was wiped.
The luke warm shower does its job to relax me and make me feel free of sleep grime, I dry myself and pull on a comfortable fuzzy pair of pj's and climb back to bed.
Sleep takes me quickly and I find my sub conscious trying to form a face for my mystery black figure, I smile slightly to myself.
At least if the rest of my sleep is restless due to different sorts of dreams, I will get a lay in as its my day off.