Amelia Rose

Its just a dream

Amelia, that's my name.
Nothing impressive I presume?

I have blonde wavy hair and green eyes, my skins rather pale, and most people say I look more like a ghost.

In two weeks I'll be turning twenty-two.

I'm a graduating student at the university of Alberta, and I'm planning on becoming a surgeon, preferably a neurosurgeon.

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I could feel his hard gaze burning into my skin, the way he looked at me was the hardest feeling in the world, he reached his hand out and placed it on my shoulder. I could feel his hand tighten, and I locked my eyes with his.

"Amelia," he whispered, his voice so soft, he looked hurt, as if his anger vanished.

I wanted to reach out, and grab Hi hands, tell him I will stay, tell him I love him. "Derek I can't".

Amelia, blast it, I'm such a fool, he wouldn't love me, for heaven's sake he's my best friend, we've always been best friends, why would that change now?

He reached his hand out, and I could feel him grasp for me, as if he wanted to hold me forever.

No, I can't.

I flinched, and I immediately saw the tears in his eyes, why did he care so much all of a sudden?

"Amelia why are you doing this?" He asked, and he looked away, was he ashamed? We had just gotten into a huge fight, has he had a chance of heart?

The way he looked at me felt like knives slashing at my flesh, and so I ran, I shoved him forwards a bit so u could leave.

He could've been calling, or he could have left, I'm not entirely sure, maybe. I ran along the sidewalk, I was in downtown Calgary, we had the weekend to do whatever, and I think I had decided to disappear.

Damn it Amelia, what the hell was that?! God. Any chance of becoming closer, wait - I don't want that.

I could feel it the moment it happened, I was still running, when this thirty-something year old man grabbed me by the collar of the shirt.

My first assumption was that Derek wanted me back. So for the quickest moment of my life, I let it happen, but then I could smell the cigarettes, feel the cold hands.

When he yanked my towards him, I could feel the muzzle of a gun to my back. "scream or anything," he whispered, his voice gruff, and his breath reeked. "Scream, and then you'll know what'll happen," he finished off.

I only muffled a reply, I'm not even entirely sure what I said, but I went along with him, he took me to an alley and shoved me towards the wall.

"Empty your pockets," he said, and I was on the ground. I looked up at him and whimpered.

"Do it!" He nearly screamed, and he pointed his gun at me.

I should run, or call for help, but won't he shoot me? Oh God! I don't have basically anything, is he going to shoot me?

I reached into my pockets, my left one had a few dollars cash, and my right one, oh God, it had my promise ring Derek gave me when we were twelve.

So I made sure not to grab the ring, an I gave him what was probably five dollars cash. Then, I opened my purse, and took out my wallet. I peered inside it to see it was nearly empty.

All that there was, was 10 dollars tops.
Anyways, I gave it to him, and he looked so unimpressed. "Is this all you got?" He asked, and he raised his eye brow.

"Y-yeah"

Of course it is you idiot! I freakin' dumped all my stuff out in front of you dammit!

He seemed to be studying me, and so i studied him, he had a scar over his eye brow and some nice sideburns, and honestly, had he not of like attacked me I might've considered him cute.

"Have a good day then," he said, seeming proud with his fifteen dollars, and he started to leave, when what might have been the worst thing ever, happened.

My phone went off.

It might seem like something that wouldn't cause so much panic, but it went off.

He then looked at me, yanking out his gun, and pointed it at me, again.

Out of all the times for someone to call me, now?

I wanted to scream, I wanted to shout, I just wanted to die at that moment.

And before I knew it, I could feel something jam into my side, and jerked forwards the second it was pulled out.

He has a gun? And a knife? Why am I bothering about this, I've been freakin' stabbed!

When I looked up, he was gone, and he took my purse too.

I guess I wouldn't be able to find out who called me.

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"Amy, Amy," I could feel the hands shaking my side, and I jolted awake. It took my a moment to recognize the brown haired girl who awoke me, it was Lana, my roommate.

She looked genuinely concerned, and her hair was tied back into a sleek ponytail, she was wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants, and her golden optics were locked with mine. "You had a nightmare," she whispered, "its not real," she added, making me realize I was shaking.

Oh, its dark outside, I must've woke her up.

"What was it about this time?" She asked, and sat on my bed. I looked into her eyes, and I could see my reflection gazing back at me.

How do I answer, Derek was her fiance, and I was having this stabbing nightmare relatively, but each time I had it, it would last longer than the last time.

"Well, uh, I was having a dream where I was falling," I quietly whispered, and then I looked away, refusing to meet her gaze.

No, she won't believe you! A snarly voice in my head shouted at me, you don't even believe yourself!

"And then," I added, "I could see my sister, but her eyes turned black and blood came out of them, and she had fangs too," My lie caused me to suppress a shiver, as the image forced itself into my mind.

I shook my head, forcing the image to leave, and I then noticed she was holding my hand.

I flinched, and she released my hand, and I could feel how soft her hands were as they gently released from mine.

I could feel her reach in for a hug, and for a moment I longed to hold her, to feel her before I fall back into the recurring nightmare.

So she let go, and she locked her eyes with mine. "Hey, tell me if you need me," she whispered, and she left me alone in silence and all I did was whisper her name, Lana.

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Lana, she was always more popular then me, she always had this possy following her around the dorm, and most of the time she would ignore me, that is until the incident.

I guess something changed, her clique wasn't around her so often, and I'd often see hear her cry, mostly when she thought she was alone.

But one day, I think I sat beside her, or I might've yelled at her to stand up.

Whatever happened we're friends now, I guess you can call is that, we grew farther apart when Derek and I got into some nasty fight.

I closed my eyes, for a moment I wanted open them, because I was scared, scared of falling asleep.

But I didn't let my fear take over, its kind of wimp - no - stupid that I can't fall asleep because I'm scared I mean, how immature is that? I almost could feel my body as it relaxed, the tension releasing.

Who's in the dark?