As fear overwhelmed me, I fled the scene like my life depended on it. Maybe it actually did. I gave Lilly no explanation and sprinted from the area. It was him. Really him. Those eyes were unforgettable. They had me enchanted with a new kind of fear, one that existed outside of my bedroom and my dreams. How did I even dream about someone that I had not yet seen? My mind was in overdrive as I realised the possibility that Jack too, was real. I mean if Andrew was then anything was possible, wasn’t it? Andrew didn’t look evil, though I didn’t really get to look since I sprang up as soon as I knew it was him.

My legs were hurting now from the lactic acid building up; I had forgotten to breathe while I was running. My concentration was on escape. I was in a corridor, red, meaning maths. The walls felt like they were closing in on me, the red paint looked like blood. Claustrophobia was setting in. I had to get out. My flesh itself felt like it was tightening around my muscles and bones. Eyes desperately searching for a door, I saw that the corridor was only another ten or so metre long until there was a door. An escape. The windows being illuminated by the bright sunlight of the outdoors.

Faster, faster and impossibly harder I pushed my leg muscles to escape from the scene which was a nightmare. The air thick and un-breathable. It was like my dreams were a sponge, it could only hold so much evil until it trickled out into reality, like water out of a sponge. Making my life a living hell. I could see a million paths in my future and none were good. If Andrew could be here then so could all of the others.

Nearing the wooden door, I looked back to assure myself that I wasn’t being followed. It was fine. My hands reached out and slammed flat against the cold surface of the door, pushing out into the fresh air. Though breaking through, I found the air was not refreshing like I had wanted. It was smoke ridden. Someone was smoking. I tried to steady my breath as I came to a stop in the cloudy area that I was now stood. I closed my eyes, sanctuary.

When I reopened them I found a face looking at mine with curiosity etched into it. I sucked the toxic air into my lungs with a hissing sound. Andrew was stood a few feet away from me with a cigarette place in-between his deep pink lips. The line of this mouth was hinting at a smile but it felt wrong to look at him and feel anything but a passionate fear. His hand reached up and he took the cigarette, blowing out the smoke as he did so. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even blink.

“Hello” he said “I’m Andy” , it was the same voice from my dream, it was deep and emotional. Seductive even. My own vocal chords, on the other hand, could not move. They were paralysed. I assumed he was going to hurt me, I expected no introduction.

“Are you alright? You looked like you were going to be sick or something, the way you ran from the cafeteria” His eyes has a mocking look hidden behind the brilliant blue diamonds. He hadn’t hurt me thought, so I smiled. I was being stupid. I must have just seen him around town, since he just moved here. That’s why he was in my dream.

“You look tired” he continued. He dropped the cigarette on the floor and stomped it out with the ball of his shoe. His hand reached up, near my face. He was going to get me. He was going to try and do something to my face. Instinctively I stepped backwards.

“I won’t hurt you” He looked puzzled, but smiled. “You’re not scared are you?” His deep voice was confusing. I wanted to hear it so much more. Why would I be scared? Did he know?

Notes

Sorry it took so long. Relationship problems and work to deal with :/ Chef training is hard!