CAROLYNS POV!

*...ASHLEY BABY! YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO ALIVE!...*
that stupid alarm! it always woke me up at the same point of the dream. always the same situation, same setting, just before i could save him....

ever since i was about fifthteen, i had the same dream. every. single. night. but, each night minor details would change and everytime i would be one step closer to finding out his identity.

in the dream, i was on a broken down tour bus. it was a wrech! the leather seats, that were as black as a ravens feather, were shreaded in places, a few windows were shatter and dim, flickering lights briefly lit the slim hall that led to the bunks. everytime, i would be searching around me to try and figure out where i was, when someone screamed my name...

"Carolyn! Carolyn! Help me please! Carolyn! Quick!" the voice would cry out, it was a deep masculine voice, filled with fear and pain.
"W-where are you?! W-who are you?!" i stuttered back.
"Im in here! baby im so sorry, just please help me!"
"baby?" i questioned, "who are you?!" at this point, i was running as fast as my legs could possibly carry me. the hall seemed to extend in size every night. i couldnt stop. tonight i reached the door handle and the voice replied.
"you know me... im - "

and just like that, it was over. the sound of my Escape The Fate ringtone/alarm woke me up. in two years, i have never found out who the voice belonged to... problem is, it sounded really fimiliar.