The Boy With The Blue Eyes
In The Morning
Angel sat up sharply in her bed, sweat and tears dripping down the sides of her face, breathing heavily. She wiped them away and calmed herself, her head still spinning from her nightmare. That same nightmare she'd been haunted with for over a week now, Always ending with his piercing blue eyes staring coldly through her whilst she cried out in fear. Who the eyes belonged to? She didn't know. The room was dark still, and she had to strain her eyes to see the time on her clock next to the bed. Half past four. "Great," she mumbled, then lay back, turned onto her side, pulled her covers up to her chin, and attempted to get some more sleep before school. She was unsuccessful.
9/8/13