I'm not over who?

Chapter 37- The dreams... t-they're back

Elise's Pov-

An echo screamed through the dark empty room. I was sat alone, facing a small round balck table as that was the only thing decorating the medium sized space.

The echo seemed to have no owner. Well as far as I was concerned it didn't as I was the only one here and I didn't drop a thing or say anything. After all what was there to drop or say?

Letting my curiousity get the better of me, I called put into the darkness. "Hello? Is there anybody there?" I called weakly. Great job elise because if there's someone here then they arn't just going to tell you are they? There was a reason I was kept in the dark room--

-- Well I mean there must be.

"Curiosity killed the cat, didn't you know?" A voice said, speaking calmly threw the darkness of the room. I closed my eyes as wind suddenly blew through the windowless rooms and ran through my different coloured hair.

"Y-yeah I know." I answered. This was just a dream, I can control what happens here. "Who are you?"

"One down four to go" The same voice said calmly. The wind picked up the pace a bit and pushed my hair in front of my eyes so that I was temporarily distracted trying to push it back behind my ear.

A small dimlight came on from the opposite side of the room and I tried to move towards it, only to find something holding me back. Glancing at the floor I spotted two bronze handcuffs around my wrists chaining me to a wall behind. How they got there? I didn't know but I wasn't going to question it now, I've been in stranger situations... Well thats what I'm telling myself.

"A light, how nice, now can you please tell me who you are?" I questioned again.

"Two down three to go" the voice said with a slight laugh on the end. I shuddered inwardly. Not from the creepyness but from the pure fact that I hated the number three, it was trying to be everything it couldn't be, not that it gained pity from me in any way, shape or form.

The wind kicked up a notch and flew my hair back infront of my eyes, this time getting stuck on a hair clip that was in the other side of my hair, keeping it pinned across my face like a blind fold of some sorts. I couldn't removed the hair from my face as the wind kept blowing ans the handcuffs grew tighter on my wrists, seemingly attaching them to the floor aswell as the wall.

From behind my hair blind fold, a light grew brighter only a bit and I curious as to what was happening out in front of me. Shuffling was heard from behind me and as I somewhat whipped around, whatever was behind me, froze. "Three down two to go!" It said quickly, running to a different place in the room, leaving a sharp wind behind. The wind blew my hair over my noice and suddenly the sense of smell disappeared, vanished, just like that.

I tryed to call out, to ask what was happening when a boney hand covered my mouth, preventing me from breathing all that well. "Four down one to go!" The voice screeched in my ear. The hand was removed from my mouth and I gasped in a mouthful of stale musty air.

My hair moved back to its original position on its own accord and I opened my eyes.

A screamed echoed through the room this time, and I recognised it as my own as I stared in to the frozen faces of my friends with their eyes gouged out.

"Guess what comes next?" The voice whispered into my ear and it repeated the same phrase it started off with and a cold metal object was placed against my own throat.

"You know, Curiosity killed the cat right?"

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I shot up from the bed, screaming, crying out for someone to tell me that what I just witnessed wasn't real. Everyone, including Jason and Ty were stood over the blow up bed I was laid on. The horrible realisation hit everyone as I jumped into Adams arms and hugged him tightly, not daring to let go as I cried out, sobs racking my body.

"Shh it's going to be okay" Adam soothed- or well, tried to. He was never all that good at these sorts of things and although he was my brother, my own flesh and blood, I nevere really took much comfort from the soothing words he tried to speak. It was almost as if I refused to belive him because he was my brother and he felt obliged to say those things to me, even if they wasn't true. Thats why I always felt better when... he was there, because I knew he wouldn't lie to me, he wasn't obliged to tell me a lie to comfort me, he didn't have to sooth me at all, but yet he did.

But not anymore. I don't know if I cried harder remembering the dream as it suddenly came flashing back to my memory or if it was when I realised that he was never going to sooth and comfort me again like he did when it was us.

And now there's not anymore us.

"Breath." Adam instructed but I couldn't do anything but stand and cry, feeling my legs grow weak and almost collapsing against him. He then picked me up, telling the other to leave the room, everyone apart from him and Mitch, because he knew deep down that Mitch could help a bit too, he always did.

Mitch looked at me with a worried expression on his face before glancing at those who were leaving the room. Everyone was there to witness that... even Lia and Shadow who ended up staying the night. I tried to keep the dream thing a secret from them, I tried to prevent them from getting to know the real me.

Wait, they couldn't have known the real me in the first place because I was left an empty and cracked shell of the girl I was once. I felt bad for the two of them, being their friend and dragging them straight down into this spider web of feelings with me.

I had restrained from dragging anyone down with me for such a long time, so why was I only starting to open up and accept the others' help?

Adam laid me gently on Emily's bed and grabbed one of hands in his, Mitch sitting on the other side of me and grabbing that hand aswell. I remembered the day when I had my last nightmare, no one had been real. No one at all. But I was comforted as soon as I awoke, he knew what was going on, I didn't have to explain myself and he chose to comfort me in a way that I could undertsnad and relate to- the feeling of being loved by someone other then those who were expected to love me, like flesh and blood.

The only words I could come to mutter as I stared up into my brother's and best friend's eyes scared me and them as I let the words slip from my tongue. "The dreams... t-they're back"