Chapter 15A Chapter by Brooklyn“Rise and shine.” A voice commands from above
me. I’m so tired that I just want to roll over and mumble “five more minutes…”
but something in the voice warns me to do as I was told. I reluctantly open my
eyes. The voice was Ian’s but my eyes adjust I can
tell there is something off about him. His eyes, I realize. His eyes are red. I
can just see a glint of metal flashing in the moonlight as he takes something
from some hidden storage place in his jacket. A knife. He has a knife. I try to get up but the sheets are twisted
around me and he blocks me with an arm over my stomach. “Shh…” he whispers.
“Say goodnight Leesha.” I scream. He plunges the knife into my gut and my eyes
widen in shock as I watch blood spurt out of the wound a split second before my
vision fades to nothing. I wake up to my own screams. “What?” Alina
asks, panicked, “What’s happening? Are you okay?” I am shaking too much to
respond right away. “Dream.” I manage to choke out. “Dream-I-Ian…k-knife.” There is pounding on the door and then a keycard swiping. And the door
bangs open. The two guys plus Moore plus the Doc race in as soon as there is
enough room. “What is happening?!” Moore demands to know. “Nothing.” Alina says disgusted. “She just had a bad dream.” The all look at me in disbelief. All that over a bad dream. I don’t have
the energy to defend myself so I just let them think what they want. Cole looks a little deeper than the rest and sees my back covered in
sweat and my uncontrollable shaking. “What exactly was this dream about?” he
asks. “N-nothing!” I say a little too quickly. I don’t want to talk about it
in front of Ian. “Nothing important anyway. I’ll tell you later.” They all give
me measure looks and then the Doc speaks up. “Good idea. We’ll discuss this in
the morning when we are more rested. In the meantime we should all go back to
sleep.” They all nod their agreement and leave our room. Alina throws me one
more dismayed face then turned on to her other side so that she wasn’t facing
me anymore. Soon I heard her breathing deepen and she began snore. I toss and turn and try my hardest, but I couldn’t sleep. So I change
into my bathing suit and decide to head to the pool. I slip out the door,
closing it as quietly as humanly possible so that I don’t wake anyone up again.
I make my way down the hallway, mind trying to figure out a reasonable
explanation for the dream. Bad taco. Stress. Distrust. Fear… Lost in my thoughts I promptly walk right into the glass doors with the
words “pool open 10am-10pm. I look at the clock. It’s three seventeen.
Whatever. I practically break every rule in the universe by just existing, so
what’s one more? I pick the lock with a bobby pin and open the door all stealthy-like.
And trip down the stairs, swearing as I tumble. This really isn’t my night. “Smooth…” A voice behind me surprises me. I turn and see Ian standing there, leaning
against the doorway and clapping slowly and loudly. I freak. My first thought
it to make a run for it, screaming my head off. Then to stay and fight. Then
that I should just walk back to my rom saying that I left something here and
hope he doesn’t murder me in the middle of the night. Possibilities flash through my head and so I just stand there, stunned,
unable to make up my mind on how to react. “Are you okay?” He asks after a
moment of neither of us moving. “You look like you just saw a ghost.” “W-what are y-you doing here?” I stutter. He looks at me blankly. He answers slowly as if he was afraid that it
would be the wrong response, “I-um, I heard you leave so I thought I’d see if
you were okay.” Obviously, by the way I’m cowering in fear, I’m not okay. He steps closer as if to comfort me. I step back. He raises an eyebrow
and steps closer again. I step back again. This continues for a while. Then he
steps forward one last time and I step back and fall into the pool that was
right behind me without me noticing. “Get away from me!” I scream as I flail and thrash around in the water.
His eyes widen in shock and he puts his hands up in the universal “whoa, whoa. Calm
down” position. He backs away looking nervous. He be back out of the doors and into the
hallway looking absolutely freaked. And so I go back to my room completely waterlogged and about to kill
something. © 2012 BrooklynReviews
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3 Reviews Added on June 16, 2012 Last Updated on June 17, 2012 AuthorBrooklynwhy do you want to know?, MAAboutI'm a fourteen year old girl that is now in her freshman year of highschool. wish me luck!. I'm awful at spelling, and I need to work on "down time" in stories. I also can't seem to write one book for.. more..Writing
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