Chapter 2

          I wake up with a start to my alarm clock ringing, my breath coming in gasps. Looking around, my room comes into focus, and I begin to relax. My dreams had become more vivid lately, more disturbing. I reach over and turn off my alarm, like I do every morning. My hand strays to my throat, which feels raw. Slipping out of bed, I go over to my mirror, eyes widening at what I see: a light handprint in an angry red, quickly fading. For a panicked moment, I begin to think that perhaps my dream was true, that that man had been choking me. I shake my head "That's absurd, Krystal, and you know it." I murmur, then look away from the mirror, still a little disturbed.

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          "And then, I found this amazing new book." I nod absent-mindedly, not really paying attention. She had already told the same story three times. I pull my books out of my locker and start going towards my class "That's great, Avery, I'll talk to you more later." I tell her, still walking "I don't want to be late for class." I look down at my watch, yelping as I collide with someone, my books knocked out of my hands. I kneel down, trying to gather it all "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going and-" I break off as I see that he already has most of it gathered up for me "Oh," He holds out a hand, helping me to my feet "thanks." I take my things from him, looking up to continue talking, but stop as I see a cut above his eye

          I look down as a piece of paper tries to fly away "Anyways, um, I'm Krystal." I look up, and stop, confused. He's gone. I look around, trying to see where he'd gone, but don't see him "Odd." I comment, then mentally shrug. I had more important things to worry about, like classes. As I go, I keep thinking back to him, the cut above his eye  bothering me. I was sure it hadn't been there before, but I might have just not noticed it. Yet, I could have sworn that I saw a bead of blood  forming from the thin laceration.

          I look around as I get to my class. Usually I'm the first one here, but today I've been beaten out. It's the boy, the one with the cut. I'm broken out of my reverie by a voice "Good morning, Krystal" I turn and smile at my creative expressions teacher, pushing the boy to the back of my mind "Good morning, Mrs. Brown." other students start streaming in, and I take a seat, not wanting to waste any time. After class starts, Mrs. Brown puts a prompt on the board "What would you do if your dreams, were more than just dreams?"

Author's Note

Well, what 'cha think? Be brutal, I can take it!
Love,
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