Dream of Nightmare 2

I had spaced out because I was so bored in the cabin. Every second felt like a personal flame engulfing me.

"Dru," someone cooed,"come back to me. Little bird, I know that you are stronger than this. I've seen it. Please, Dru, come back to me."

Then I was shoved out of my trance-like state.

"Why don't you be useful, and keep watch like everyone else? Why is it only you who gets to loaf around? Come on, get up!" scarred face said.

"Why do I have to listen to you when you won't even tell me your name?" I retorted.

He only sneered and walked off.

Yeah, that what I thought.
But, he did have a point. I had to find Raven, to see what she could tell me about what was happening. Why did everyone look at me like I was a nightmare?

I was still sitting in the back-left corner on the first floor when I realized that I didn't know why I was here. Like in the cabin, here. Where was I before?

My head started to ache as a migraine assulted it. I usually don't get migraines.

Well, you don't usually pop up out of no where either, Dru. But guess what. You aren't in Kansas anymore. Which state am I even in?

Sighing as I rose, loud moaning began to come from the kitchen.

For some weird reason, the taste of rotten orange candy filled the back of my throat.

"Dru! Run!" screamed Raven. Some figure began to rush behind her.

"Raven!" I screamed as I leapt. No way was I going to let something kill Raven. She was the first person to welcome me in this estranged place.

The figure looked up, and the face was grotesque. The skull was showing in the back, its left eyeball was missing, and the right side of its face had rotted off. Don't even get me started on how disgusting it smelled. My fist connected with the unrotted part of its face, and Raven ran right past me.

"Enough," said a chilling voice behind me. Turning around, I saw that it was the boy with the scar and with brilliant blue eyes. I became frozen from the furious anger he was giving off. In his hand, he held a glock, which was pointed right at my face.

"Time for this to end," he said emotionlessly as he pulled the trigger.

. I wonder who he shot...

Strange Angels belongs to Lili St. Crow. I only own this fanfic.