5. Chapter 5
Today was Arron and Allison's funeral. So many people attended. Everyone loved these girls. Their murder was covered up as a freak accident to the public. My dad knows the reason. I see her in my dreams. She shakes her head at me with those gorgeous eyes. I watch as she bleeds to death. Again. Every night since then has been nightmare after nightmare. The two caskets lay next to each other. Covered in flowers and other gifts. The sniffling and cries are the only things you could hear as there was a moment of silence. My head was bowed in grief. It was almost like you could hear the sound of people's hearts breaking. Silent tears run down my face and drip off my jaw line. In my hands was Arron's locket she gave me right before she died. My eyes stay on it not wanting to look at the others. It was a beautiful trinket, a silver heart that opened up to show off the picture of us in a photo booth with my lips on her cheek. She had the biggest grin showing a slight dimple. I closed the locket and put it around my neck.
There she was. Arron. She stood in front of me looking perfectly fine. Her eyes shone brightly in the sun. Her feet made their way toward me. I stood still not believing what was happening. She ran to me with a grin on her face. Then I blinked and she was gone. I was now in a different room. A grey cell type of place. I lay in a chair my wrists strapped down. I struggled to get free, yanking at the tough fabric. I looked around the room and saw her next to me asleep in the same situation as me. A voice echoed into the room. "Look how helpless she is. So vulnerable." I looked in front of me to see the monster of my dreams. It wore normal clothes, a leather jacket and jeans, but it wasn't at all normal. Where the creatures face should have been was a head wrapped in bandages covering the eyes and nose. It's mouth was the only thing showing. Razor sharp teeth covered in blood. I shivered at the sight of it. The monster held something like a screwdriver in his hand. He turned his head over to Arron asleep in her chair. "Don't touch her!" I yelled. The creature looked as if it smiled at me then walked over to Arron's side turning of the screwdriver. "NO! Please." I screamed. The device inched closer and closer to Arron's head. I squirmed in my chair begging to be free. "NOOO!" I wailed. The tip of the screwdriver had just about pierced her head when everything stopped.
"Stiles! Wake up Stiles!!" my dad yelled at me. I awoke howling her name. Tears where now pouring down my face. "Stiles hey it's ok it was just a dream. Just a dream." he said holding me down as I received spasms. I was out of breath. "Dad, she was there. She was there, Arron was alive then this monster started to torture her." I mumbled out. "I'm sorry Stiles. Just remember, that it was just a dream. She is ok now."
I sauntered over to the gave of the two Argent's. I held two roses in my hands. Those girls were so kind, so young. When I reached their graves my eyes widened. I couldn't believe what I had saw. Allison's grave had remained untouched while Arron's grave was empty.