Footsteps to my right snapped me away from my thoughts, and I suddenly became aware of everything around me. I tried to look out of the corner of my eyes but whoever it was was too far behind me to see. I stopped, pretending that I'd had a text, and I couldn't see it properly. The person behind me got closer. I looked up just in time to see Damon looking at me, concern written all over his face. I realised that I had gone pale and was sweating.
"Faye, are you ok?" I looked my older brother straight in the eyes.
"I'm fine" I muttered. He'd become very protective of me lately. Always checking to make sure I was ok. I often caught him looking at me as if i was about to break down at any moment.
"Are you sure? You don't look too good."
"Yes, Damon I'm fine." I started to walk away, but he stopped me.
"Will you at least let me walk you home? Jeez, why do you always have to be so independent?"
"If you really want to." I snapped.
He seemed happy with that answer, and we started walking home in silence. We were quite comfortable not talking. Still, I couldn't help but feel paranoid about the idea that I was being followed. At the very least, being watched. I heard a movement from the bushes behind us and started slightly. It was enough to attract Damon's attention again, and he glanced at me, but he didn't say a word.
* * * * *
Running again. I'm chasing a girl, pretty tall, long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail high on her head. She can run faster than I thought she could. The black clothes she wears show off her figure well, and I can tell she is physically fit, much like myself.
I gain on the distance between us, but just when I reach to grab the girl she cuts down an alleyway I didn't even see. I curse, telling myself that with my training, I should have seen any escape routes as they appeared. It's lucky that I'm agile, I think, and quickly cut down the alleyway to follow her. In that time, the girl has gained a little more distance from me, but I quickly close it again. I need to finish this. As we break back into the sunlight, I see her looking around while she runs, and I realise that she has no idea where she is.
I know exactly where I am.
She trips and falls, and I know that this is where it ends. I stop running and imagine the look on her face when she learns what is to happen next. The girl blinks at me in the sunlight, her eyes adjusting to the brightness. It is almost a look of defiance, I notice, and I fight back a smirk. I bend down to her, and raise my weapon, ready to strike....
* * * * *
I'm awake, again, just in time. I can feel the familiar film of sweat over my forehead and the almost reassuring sound of my own ragged breathing; it's become so regular. I check my eyes, in a ritual-like manner, and get up to check that they are in fact still attached to my face. Once more, dark emerald eyes stare back at me. This time I frown, checking my face once more often than usual. There was something strange about that last dream; it wasn't like the others. I watch my own eyes widen in the mirror as it dawns on me what that difference was.
In my other dreams, I was always the one running away.
In this one, I was the one doing the chasing.
Thinking back to those last moments before waking up, I remember the look on the face of the girl I was chasing. And with good reason.
It was me.