Within The Cave- Originals

Chapter 8

"I felt the same as you when I knew them. The way they behave, doesn't talk much, especially the guy, yet girls fall at his feet. I'm quite sure he doesn't even talk to them before they invite him to their bed. Their hospital baffles me as well, they always have this repetitive sets of people that patronize them for blood bags, it's a weird thing, but don't worry, I don't think they bite. You would forget them, existing in weeks more." Hayden says to me, glancing at me through her natural, long lashes every now and then.

I don't think I can forget them, the guy particularly, as he's like a glue I can't wash off. The way he looks at me at the walkway, I can still remember it. It is as if I'm seeing the same scene unfolds right in front of me again, and again, and again.

"Maybe. How are your parents Hayden?"

Hayden smiles and watches me. She faces ahead again, fazed, I assume her expression to be.

"Why did you ask? Why did you change the topic to that?" She is surprised.

"I don't really know. I feel like we have something in common about parents."

"Well, you don't need to know much about my parents, they don't stay around much."

"Mine too. I had my guess right."

"Sure you do."

She presses down, increasing the speed. When we get to her house's parking space, I alight and ruffle my hair before putting my bag on.

"Thanks for the ride, Hayden. You have been a good friend so far."

"No need to thank me, it's nothing. Congratulations on lasting your first day at Franklin without getting hurt by Lydia's stupid tricks." She smiles a crook smile. What does she mean by that?

"Why would Lydia want to play tricks on me? We barely know each other." I'm sure Lydia won't even have the thoughts of tricking me because I don't like her so, I will not try to near her at all. I face my business and she faces her.

"Oh, that will not stop her. Welcome to Franklin, girl. See you around." Hayden says in an increasingly raising tone as she walks into her house.

"See you." I say after her in a low tone and face the building of my house.

Walking past the street to the opposite side, opening the front door, I enter the house. It's silent and emptied of being. In the kitchen, after dropping my back on the living area's couch, I take a medium-size, carton of fruit juice, and gulp in one intake.

I carry my bag again when I pass by the living room to my room, upstairs.

Opening the door that leads to my room, I drop my school bag on the desk when I get to the study area at one side, opposite to my bed and latter to the window, where the bed's headboard is aligned to.

I slump onto the bed, suddenly feeling floppy and drift off into a deep slumber.

In my dreams, I see the bad boy, staring at me intently, trying to figure out who I am, as if with the way he's looking at me, he's trying to read my mind, or rather decipher me. Darkness is around us, nothing is in sight, being like a hard, black wall. Only him and I are in the little place. Suddenly, he's in front of me. I tense when his hands fixates on my shoulders, cold and gentle, they push me downwards, wanting my back to meet the floor.

My knees almost touch the ground, and from him, I only feel coldness. The small, spotlight, shining on his face from nowhere only helps in increasing the intensity of his paleness features. He only emits something eerie, but deep in me — my dreamy part trust him that he will not hurt me.

"Why are you cold?" My faint, trembling voice ask as he lays me down. My back, touching the ground, I gasp and find myself on my bed. His frame is on top of me. His hands, moving my hands from my sides only to pin them when they reaches above my head . He releases one hand to brush my cheeks, using the other to still hold me. It feels real, different than a dream. Adrenaline pumps in me, for a reason, I didn't yell.

His eye colour changes to scarlet red, increasingly glowing.

"Forget, or I will make you." His voice is progressively becoming faint and vanishing into the air.

When I open my eyes, I'm covered in coldness. The dream. My subconscious recalls my consciousness.

The aim of brushing my hair to the back invades my mind and that's when I notice, my hands are on one another, as if pinned.

It can't be real. He can't be real. None of this can be real. I say in a form of mantra within my head. How can the bad boy come into my room? It must be a stupid dream.

The chill blows in again and I turn to the window, above the headboard, leading views straight into the woods and close it, then, pull down the small curtain.

The sound of a call from my phone, rings, covering every space in the silent room all of the sudden, startling me. I blot up scarily, angrily picking up the phone from the top of the cabinet. It is mom, calling.

"Hi, mom."

"Rayne. How are you?"

"I'm good." I hear sigh in relief.

"Have you eaten?"

There she goes again with the questions. I roll my eyes inwardly.

"No, but I will."

"Okay, I just wanted to know that you are feeling fine. I will be back by dawn. I love you, dear. And your dad loves you as well. He would have called, but had a tight schedule in the afternoon. He's probably sleeping now." She explains in a motherly tone. I calm, understanding her, at least I think.

"I think I will do the same. I feel really sleepy."

"Let me not disturb you, then, dear. Have a sweet dream, Rayne. We love you." She says in a high-pitched tone.

"I love you both, too."

Putting down the phone, I slump back into the comfy bed and put all thoughts away, finally being able to drift off into another, dreamless slumber.

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