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by Emma
Rated: E · Book · Dark · #2271826
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         “Run!” A woman’s piercing voice echoes all throughout the room, making me stumble from surprise. I hit hard against the ice cold floor. I quickly scramble back up to my feet, looking for the source of this voice. But all I see is the darkness that pressures up against me. So I do the only thing I can think of and the only instruction that was given to me - run.
         This action comes surprisingly easy to me. I focus my mind on the up and down movement of my legs. Once I have been nonstop running for about five minutes, I notice that my breathing is at the same rate as it would be if I were walking instead of running. After a while, something suddenly clasps around my ankle, making me land back on the ground just as I was once before. I open my mouth to scream but another hand seals my mouth shut, concealing any noise that might come out.
         “Shhh. It’s okay,” a deep voice soothes. “It’s me.”
         A million questions swirl inside my head. Who is this man who claims to know me? What was I supposed to be running from just a few moments ago? And, the most concerning one is, what had happened to that woman?
         As if I didn’t already have enough questions already, the man starts talking again. “I need you to do something for me. This is important,” he says in a low voice. His words are slow and precise, as if talking to a toddler. “I need you to take him. Protect him. Just remember what we talked about, okay?” I shake my head even though he cannot see me, wanting an explanation. I don’t get one.
         The man’s grip on my ankle and mouth both slowly release. I feel his body turning away from mine. I shiver. Without his body to keep me warm, I have nothing to shield me from the cold.
         I hear shuffling. Then I feel the warmth come back to me as the man shifts his body back to mine. I feel him searching all over my body, until he finds my hands. He places one of his palms to mine and I feel him lean closer to me.
         “Stand up,” he whispers against my ear. I listen to him. I lift up my legs one at a time, which is difficult since they’ve become numb from sitting on the cold floor for so long. When I am fully off the ground, he reaches for my other hand and places something in it. Something heavy. I let go of his hands so I can get a better hold on it. And that’s when I see its illuminated face.
         In my arms is a dirty blonde-haired boy with wildly untamed hair. I know it’s a boy from the shape of his head and his intense blue eyes. His chubby cheeks make me believe that he is no more than two or three. He stares at me with a small sense of humor. And the thing I love the most about this child, is his bright dimpled smile.
         The small child rests his head against my chest and coos in my arms. And I can’t help it. I do something that I would regret for the rest of my life. Maybe if I had known what surrounded me I wouldn't have done it. But it doesn’t matter. Because I did it anyway.
         I chuckled.
         Everything goes bad really quickly. Parts of the ceiling fall down and a ray of blinding sunlight shines down on me. I shield myself with my arms and squint my eyes as I try to adjust to the brightness. The only thing I could do was remember the man’s words - it is my duty to protect this child in my arms. I keep this in mind as I clutch the boy tighter and run away from the falling debris. In the corner of my eye, I spot something move. I stop abruptly and try to find a place to hide. I end up standing beside a corner in the wall.
         A small ray of light helps me see it. The thing. What seems to be a leg, almost spider-like, steps into the light. I hear a tapping noise and then I see another leg. And another. The legs keep coming into they form into a whole body. I look up and that's when I see it.
         Red. A pair of deep, sickly red eyes bore into mine. Dread consumes me, making me forget everything I am, everything I thought I could be. I try to look away, but I can’t. The eyes lock onto mine again. I now feel nothing. Emptiness. A deep, gaping hole of nothing inside my chest.

I sit up rather suddenly, panting. I touch my hand to my chest, which comes away completely wet. I look down. I am in a hospital gown, drenched with sweat.
         A woman with a clipboard enters the room. Her dark hair is in a tight bun and she wears blue scrubs. "Well, your results came in. Your doctor will be here to show you them soon." Without further explanation, she walks out of the room.
         I think of the dream. It felt so real. Over the past several weeks, I have been having the same recurring dream over and over again. Something about it feels familiar...
         A man comes into the room. He walks over to me, a smile on his face. I look up at him. And that's when I see it.
         Deep, red eyes. Boring into mine. Familiarity rushes through me, and only one question remains.
         Was it a dream?
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