Hannah stayed in town for a couple of days. The day she left was the day the dreams stated, Later that night I was sleeping and having the most terrifying dreams ever.

I was cornered in a warehouse I didn’t know who was walking towards me but I was scared of them, no more like petrified.

“Alexz, you can’t hide from me.” The voice said. It stepped out of the shadows and I gasped. It was Erin, dead and showing it.

“Erin, what did I do to you?”

“You stole Ian from me! I saw him staring at you all the time! Once I was dead you couldn’t just stay away could you!” I was shocked. I never heard anyone so angry.

“Well im taking you from him! I hate Him now and I hate you!”

She held up something that glimmered in the dim light. It was a nail gun! I realized the warehouse was Build it. She aimed and fired. The pain was horrible I let out a squeal! Again and again the nails hit me everywhere. I was screaming and I felt shaking.

“Alexz wake up!” I heard Ian’s voice.

My eyes opened and I saw Ian looking at me with a concerned look. I cried harder, I soon felt him holding me tightly. I cried in to his shoulder until my chest hurt.

“Al, what’s wrong, you were screaming and holding your hands in front of you.”

“Erin, killed me, she said you would stare at me and when she died I wouldn’t stay away.” I sobbed some more.

“What’s that on your face?” He asked staring at my cheek. I felt his thumb run over my cheek it stung. I turned on the lam and looked at my cheek in a mirror. There plain and clear as day was a scratch, but not like a fingernail it looked like it was made by a sharp object like a screw or a nail! I fell to the floor and pulled my knees up to my chest and sobbed again. I was scared, I needed to stop crying, no I needed Ian.

As if on que Ian was sitting there by me holding me I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight. We were sitting on the bed and he was sitting behind me stroking my hair gently. I leaned back on him; I wanted to stay like this forever. I thought about what I would do without him and tears came back, he must have heard my breathing hitch. He held me closer; I buried my face in his chest and fell asleep like that. Luckily I had no nightmares that time but when I awoke the next morning another scratch was there. This was not going to end there.

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