My storY Part 2

" Good Lord Annabelle! Are you alright?" My mum asked when i just got home. She's the only one who called me by my middle name. She came up with the name whlist my father came up with 'Alice'.

" I'm fine, mum."

I didn't really wanna explain much about the nightmare i had during Trig lesson. I thought it was just a short dream and i would forget it sooner or later. My mum shot me thousands of question but i walked up the stairs telling her i'm really tired. I lay on my bed, thinking about the essay on shakespears' Romeo and Juliet then suddenly, a gust of wind blew gently on my face. Was that my imagination or was there a dark figure looming outside my window? It can't be. My room was on the second floor. No one could loom or hover outside unless...i hadn't finish my thought but a piercing scream diverted my attention. I hopped down my bed and ran downstairs. Two things came in mind: I'm an idiot; I'm really dumb. It was just the tv doing all the effects. My heart lurched when this time, i really did see the dark figures. It was a fraction of a second when it disappeared.

I woke up feeling horribly sick. It had been like this since the day i dreamt about the guy with fangs. Sometimes when i'm alone, i did think of what he wanted to say to me.


To be continued...