Dark Secrets

One

Fear... That's what I felt. My bare feet slapping the dirt covered ground as I ran as fast as I could. Everything around me were just a blur of green and brown, as I sliced through the wind.

Adrenalin coursed through my veins as I  dodged tree branches , jumped over fallen trees and sharp rocks as ran towards the light. Every breath I took was like breathing in fire but I had to keep running. I had to get away from it.

Casting a quick look over my shoulder, it was gaining on me. Pushing myself to run faster, trying to put more distance between the darkness and me. Glancing back one more time but everything suddenly goes pitch black.

Darkness swallows me up.

I Stay rooted to the spot as my eyes try to adjust to the dark. I hear the sounds of people whispering, but I can't make out what they are saying. I tentatively walk a bit forward.

"hello?"I called out into the darkness,  "is someone there?".

Everything slowly goes deathly quiet. Fear and trepidation grips me, inhaling a deep breath and letting it out with a huff , I take another step forward "who's there ?". I ask with a trebling voice, but I hear nothing.

I feel something brush my arm, and hear a soft giggle. I can barely see anything, let alone my hand. spinning around, my temper flaring. My fear now being replaced by anger "answer me!" I screamed. The sound of my voice echoing is the only answer I get back.

 Looking to my left I see a faint glow in the distance, getting brighter by the minute, as if calling out to me.

 In a daze i walk towards the glowing light as i got closer,  I see a girl walking towards me. The glow that i now realize is fire spreads, getting closer I notice the girl has curly red hair, That fell messily down her shoulders to her waist, she had cuts and bruises along her arms,looking at her clothes she had on black pants, and a blood soaked T-shirt that looked like it use to be white. She was as tall as me and had eyes that was as bright as the fire that had now burned in a circle around us.

 Standing face to face now with the girl, I could see her face clearly. My eyes rounded in shock as realization dawned on me. "y-you y-your mm.." I stuttered out, but couldn't quite finish the sentence.

She smiled showing two sharp canines and then she frowned "I'm you" she said softly, " atleast, I used to be you" she whispered softly. 

she turned slowly , starting to walk away then paused looking back with a questioning gaze " are you coming?" she asked almost hopeful 

 she started fading, dimming like a flame.

" I don't have time  to explain, you have to stop running and remember who you truly are...."she said as blood dripped down a cut that appeared on her arm.

she swallowed clearly in pain " it its important that you accept your fate, its the only way to save them".

"What's going on?". I said with a frown. But she had already faded away, and the whispering were back now. The fire is starting to die now and darkness was slowly creeping as the whispering grew louder, my arm started stinging as if it were on fire, clenching my jaw trying not to scream. I take a step back but my foot doesn't touch solid ground, and I'm falling into the dark abyss.

I open my eyes gasping for breath, sweat running down my back and my hair plastered to my forehead. With shaking hands I pushed my sweat soaked hair Out of my face. Letting out a relieved huff "it just a dream" I whispered over and over trying to calm my frantic heartbeat.

But my arm still stung, I always had strange dreams, you'd think I  would be use be to this by now, I guess not. Sticking my hand the pillow and grabbing my cell phone to check the time. Turning on the phone and wincing at the blinding bright light, that which illuminated the screen.  5:00 AM.

Today would be 18 years that I've been getting these strange dreams, or should i say nightmares, my dreams usually consisted of War, Death, Natural Disasters, total darkness and people whispering in a strange language. Every time I close my eyes to sleep, Every time I dream't. I've gotten use to these dreams, at least i'd like to think so, well i don't wake up sobbing my heart out and puking my guts out.

Taking out my notebook from under the Mattress, I recorded every dream in.  'The dream journal', As my step dad used  to call it, he was the one who had suggested it. When I was little I was afraid to sleep, writing it down somehow helped. Looking at the picture on my nightstand of a happy time when my step dad was alive. Smiling sadly I began to write.

20 August 2016

Dear dream journal....
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AN -  Hi guys! This is my 1st book, so bare with me... I would really like some input on what you guys think of the book so far...should I keep going or do you think I need to change some things. Please let me know. Hope you enjoy what I have written so far.

Also this story is my own, everything I wrote is from my imagination. Please do not reuse or copy.

P.s - I've made some changes to this if you've read it before, i'd also like to apologise for those of you who have. I just lost all hope and faith in my self on finishing it and i am so sorry, but its a new year and i want to finish what i've started.

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