Chapter 2

A Chapter by Keevan

Time for Chapter 2! :3

"Goodnight, Lucy," Edward said as we stopped in front of my bedroom door after washing the dishes. He leaned down and kissed my cheek, then found my lips, his hand on the door handle.

I punched him in the shoudler (left shoulder) and said, "Not even in your dreams, Ed." He grinned at me and kept his hand on the door handle.

"Aw, c'mon," he said. "You're twenty, for crying out loud. You can make your own descisions."

"And my descision is no, pervert," I said, pushing him down the hallway. "Goodnight."

I made sure he went into his own room before I went into mine. He's been pushing it, lately, and it's really getting on my nerves. Either it's hormones, or he's eager to get to second base.

"Perv," I muttered as I changed into my sleepclothes and got into bed. I faced the door, just in case he tried to sneak in again.

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I was in a straightjacket in a room with a concrete floor and roughly cemented walls. There were no windows or doors. No sound. I thought I had gone deaf.

There were other people in the big cement room. People, and their blood. I stood up and took a step, my foot in my own puddle of blood.

"What is this?" I whispered. The blood felt sticky and warm--fresh--beneath

my bare foot.

I looked around, and suddenly heard the moaning of the other people. They all seemed to...resemble me, in a way. An old woman with the same green eyes as me, struggling against her restraints with blood seeping down her hairline. I looked the opposite direction and saw a man who looked well into his forties, balding, with the same shade of hair and the same angry look on his face. Blood was trickling down the corner of his mouth, along with a scarlet river traveling out of his right ear. A woman next to him who shocked me; she looked just like my mother. That, or me in the future. Blood was running down her face and seemed to be coming from under her eye.

Then, my eyes strayed to a teenage boy. He looked like he had never smiled a day in his life. His green eyes were full of anger, hate, and regret. I watched as he calmly stood up and walked to the wall, thus banging his forehead as hard as he could on it.

I coudln't scream, despite how much I wanted to. He was going to kill himself if he hit his head hard enough. But, that was probably the intention. There was a bigger splotch of blood on the wall every time he hit his head.

I couldn't look anymore. I turned the other way to face somehing evenmore terrifying. A little girl--me, when I was eight. She had gnawed off her sraightjacket with her teeth, and she held a gun in her mouth.

"Don't do it!" I shrieked, remebering the time when I was twelved and I had done the same thing.

She looked at me and said, "I'm doing it now so Envy won't have the chance to torture me when I'm older."

My blood ran cold, and I froze. I just stared at her as she pulled the trigger.

"NO!" I screamed when her now lifeless body slumped to the floor. The other people in the room didn't make a single noise. They stayed where they were. I glanced at the old woman, and she was praying.

Probably, for the end.

You brought this upon yourself, a sinister and scarily familiar voice boomed from the shadows. Prepare to pay for it.

"I don't understand!" I screamed. "Stop this!"

The people were gone, along with the blood and the floor. I was falling deeper and deeper inside the black.

I told you I was going to haunt you until the day you died, Envy sneered. And I'm not one to forget anything important!

I saw hard concrete below me, reaching me faster and faster. I would've held out my arms to stupidly try and stop the fall, but the straightjacket was preventing that.

I finally was about to splat to my death, when suddenly....

I woke up.

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"Pass me the salt," Edward said tiredly as he sat down with his eggs. It was his turn to make breakfast.

I didn't process what he said quick enough. I kind of glanced at him after a few seconds, and then slowly pushed the salt shaker across the table.

"You okay?" he asked, salting his eggs. "You seem a little out of it this morning."

"Just had a bad dream last night," I said slowly, staring at my untouched eggs and toast. "Nothing to worry about."

"You know that I'll worry about it, right?" He put down his fork. "Why don't you tell me about it."

I took a deep breath and told him everything that happened in the dream. The people, the blood, the straightjackets, Envy's voice.

After I finished, Edward looked at me a minute, and then narrowed his eyes, thinking deeply about it.

After a few minutes, he picked up his fork again and said, "You probably ate something funny yesterday."

"I doubt it," I said, picking up my plate and dumping my uneaten food in the garbage.