Just A Dream

Clover's life isn't exactly perfect; that's why she escapes into her dreams. But something's different this time. Dream world is being swallowed up by a mysterious cloud, that leaves nothing but misery and death. So often she has wanted to disappear, but she's not ready to give up just yet! She only knows one thing; If she doesn't wake up before that cloud takes over, she will never wake up again!


3. The Body In The Woods

Adrenaline rushed through my body, urging me to run faster. The woods had grown dark; darker than they had been all the other times I had visited. I stopped dead. Goosebumps rose up from my legs until they covered my neck. It was cold, so cold. I looked up slowly. There, directly above my head, was a great, swirling mass of deepest purple.

There was no way of knowing how it had travelled this far or what direction it had come from. All I knew was that I had nowhere to hide.

I carried on running; but it wasn’t long until I was stopped in my tracks. A hangman’s noose was swaying gently from a branch. But that wasn’t all. The tall, slender body of the Queen hung from it. It was no longer the Queen though; it was no longer human at all! Death had turned a person into a thing.

I heard a voice echo around me.

“Your fault...” It was the Queens voice, “It’s all your fault.”

My entire body shook. The Queen was dead, she could no longer talk! But in spite of my logic, her head rose slowly and her cold, white eyes locked onto my green ones. She opened her mouth, as if to speak, but no words poured out. Unless, of course, the definition of words had been swapped for blood. It trickled down her white dress and dripped off her pale toes onto the grass.

I tried to scream, but all I managed was a strangled gasp. Her cold arms stretched out towards me. I wanted to run but I was rooted to the spot by fear. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the worst.

A loud thud and a grunt from nearby made me open my eyes hesitantly. There was a boy with black hair on top of the Queen’s body. In one swift movement, he drew a knife from his pocket and dragged it across the things neck.

I felt my heart beating louder and louder. What was going on? He wiped the blade on the grass and stuffed it back in his pocket. He was probably around my age and his eyes were as blue as sapphires.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he shook his head.

“It’s not my fault!” I finally regained control of my body and folded my arms protectively around myself.

“Look, princess, I know you were raised so that you never had to do a god damn thing, but if it wasn’t for me you would be dead right now.” The boy sounded calm, but there was something in the way he said it that made me feel like I was a big inconvenience to him right now. He turned away.

“Can you at least tell me your name?” I called as he took a few steps away from me.

“Alex.” He didn’t stop or even glance sideways at me.

“Thank you.” I said, just a little louder.

At this he stopped and turned around to face me. He looked confused; cynical even.

“What do you want from me?” He said at last.

“Help,” I walked towards him, “I need to get rid of that cloud; if I don’t who knows what might happen.”

“Alright, I guess I can help you.” He took a few steps closer to me, “We should get going.”

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