Forgotten History #1
Breathing loud and heavy, I sprint bare footed on dead autumn leaves, proud that my light steps make no sound. With nothing but the moonlight as my guide, I scan desperately in between two trees focused in front of me. Careful not to trip over any sticks laying on the ground, I concentrate once occasionally up, then down. Afraid to turn back to peek briefly for the face of my attacker, my speed increases by one hundred. An impel-lent feeling rushes through my body, compelling me to swiftly pause. Suddenly building up the courage to turn my head slightly, from the corner of my eye, a metal arrow flies rapidly toward my face...
"Wake up!" a deafening shout in my ear challenges my body in defense mode; my blood pressure rising greatly. Abruptly, my forehead collides with another, making me fall back against my white, fluffy pillows. A figure tumbles off the bed with a huge hit, followed by a low grunt.
"Dude, why so jumpy?" the voice laughs, identified as my best friend, Tyler. As he continues rolling on the floor in stitches like the geek he is, I climb off the bed with a frustrated sigh. He can be quite idiotic when he wants to be, trust me. "You been dreaming again, bro?" he says seriously, inspecting my face for any hints.
"I don't know if you've noticed, but everyone has dreams, idiot," I roll my eyes and look away, glaring at the floor in a cranky way. I shouldn't bite at him like that, he's the only one that'll listen to me when I'm at my worst, but he also understands that these dreams are getting even more intense by day. My prediction: I'll definitely go crazy by the end of this month, I'm already lashing out at my best friend.
"Okay... I think I deserved that one," he mumbles, standing to his feet.