J
Jessika Claire
Guest
Original poster
Saphira was pulled from her sweet dreams into reality rather suddenly. She didn't open her eyes, because she felt that something was right there in front of her eyes. She tried to assess the situation. Beneath her were wooden floorboards, splintered and nails poking gently at her skin. The air was cold, unlike her home in California. In fact, wasn't she supposed to be in a bed? But there were no sheets surrounding her body, no pillow beneath her head. She counted slowly to 3 and opened her eyes, but nothing was there. She bolted upright and took in her surroundings. This was not her home. The walls had once been colorful, but the paint was now peeling and the pictures were faded.
She stood and brushed the dust off of her shirt. "This is not California." she said out loud, hoping that perhaps saying it out loud would pull from this dream. But it was not a dream. She heard a creak from a few yards away and turned, but saw nothing. She did the only thing she knew to do in this situation; she ran. But the outside of this house was just as abandoned as the house. The streets were eerily quiet. She clenched her fists and kept walking, hoping beyond hope that there would be someone out there to help her. It was like the beginning of a cheesy horror movie.
She could only hope it wouldn't end like one...
She stood and brushed the dust off of her shirt. "This is not California." she said out loud, hoping that perhaps saying it out loud would pull from this dream. But it was not a dream. She heard a creak from a few yards away and turned, but saw nothing. She did the only thing she knew to do in this situation; she ran. But the outside of this house was just as abandoned as the house. The streets were eerily quiet. She clenched her fists and kept walking, hoping beyond hope that there would be someone out there to help her. It was like the beginning of a cheesy horror movie.
She could only hope it wouldn't end like one...