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All these images flashing by, mainly all of the same guy... But who is this guy? Why do these dreams keep focusing on him?
Him turning around a corner, flashing into view out of nowhere; Hearing my voice scream “Come out already!” and next thing I know he’s in front of me. But the main part I remember from the dream is the darkness surrounding me, seeing him running towards me, reaching out to me as if I was in trouble while calling my name. Really, who is this guy...?

“Sky, get up!”
I wake up, my blankets wrapped around me and practically strangling me to death. I lay there for a moment, trying to remember and make sense of the dream I had, until my mom walks into the room with her hands on her hips. “Skylar Violet Richmen. Get up right now, or I’ll make sure you can’t get on the internet for the rest of the week!” she threatened.
I groaned and rolled over, which only tangled myself up even more. “Mom, it’s Friday. There’s no sense in doing that in the first place.” I replied. She huffed and shook her head.
“Well, whatever then. Just get up.” she snapped, turning and walking out.
“I’m in the process of doing that, you know.” I said, sliding out from underneath the mass of blankets.

While I’m standing in my room getting dressed, while freezing my ass off in the process, my thoughts kept wandering back towards my dream last night. Didn’t I get that guy’s name at some point during it? I have the feeling it started with a “J”..... Justin? I’ll just stick to that.

**At School. In Science**
In class we’re basically just reviewing things we learned in the middle school. Chemical Equations, Chemical Formulas, Balancing Equations, and going over the Periodic Table.

I’m not even paying attention, just drawing in the sketchbook I have slightly hidden underneath the textbook. The guy from my dream, he keeps bugging me in the back of my mind, and I’ve been practically itching to draw him.
His back is to me in the drawing, his hair short, slightly longer behind his neck, his head turned to the side, yet his face is shadowed.

“Sky, what do we need to do to balance this equation?” the teacher asked, looking at me expectantly. I glanced up at the board. “NaCl3 ➨ 3Cl + Na”
“It’s already balanced.” I answer. The teacher nodded. “Good.” She must’ve thought the fact I wasn’t paying attention would’ve made me clueless. Welp, she was wrong.

**Home, that afternoon**
Strangely, there seemed something different about the small house my mom and I lived in. It seemed.... Colder. And something else, something I couldn’t put my finger on.
I walk down the hallway and into my room, and ditch my school stuff on my bed. While I have the chance, being home alone for the next 5 hours, I decide I might as well take the hottest shower I can manage taking, so the water can heat up by the time mom gets home.
Sadly, all the towels are kept in my mom’s closet. So I leave my room and go across the hall to where my mom’s room is... And that’s when it hit me.
Not only did the house seem colder and slightly more shadowy-feeling, but there was the faint sound of someone else breathing.
I carefully lean my ear against my mom’s bedroom door, and the sound was coming from the other sound of the door.
‘How the hell did someone get in the house?’ I wondered. ‘The house was locked, and I have the only spare key.’
Something about this situation was seriously giving me the creeps, making my heart race. The slight heavy feeling of fear sinking in, I took a deep breath to even my breathing as I carefully grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open.
A high pitch scream sounded, coming from me. That was my first reaction. On the other side of the door was a boy around my age, with dark brown-black hair, blue eyes with deep dark rings around them, standing there screaming back in response.
Automatically I slam the door shut, then realizing that I should open the door again to confront him. Try to get a name, or a reason on why this guy’s in my house. So I quickly open the door again, but no one’s there. Nothing in the room changed, and all the feelings were gone from the house. No more coldness, the house looking orange from the setting sun, and no more sounds of another person’s breathing, just my own ragged breath.
“What the hell just happened...?” I asked, to no one in particular. Just to the emptiness of the house and myself.

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All these images flashing by, mainly all of the same guy... But who is this guy? Why do these dreams keep focusing on him?
Him turning around a corner, flashing into view out of nowhere; Hearing my voice scream “Come out already!” and next thing I know he’s in front of me. But the main part I remember from the dream is the darkness surrounding me, seeing him running towards me, reaching out to me as if I was in trouble while calling my name. Really, who is this guy...?

“Sky, get up!”
I wake up, my blankets wrapped around me and practically strangling me to death. I lay there for a moment, trying to remember and make sense of the dream I had, until my mom walks into the room with her hands on her hips. “Skylar Violet Richmen. Get up right now, or I’ll make sure you can’t get on the internet for the rest of the week!” she threatened.
I groaned and rolled over, which only tangled myself up even more. “Mom, it’s Friday. There’s no sense in doing that in the first place.” I replied. She huffed and shook her head.
“Well, whatever then. Just get up.” she snapped, turning and walking out.
“I’m in the process of doing that, you know.” I said, sliding out from underneath the mass of blankets.

While I’m standing in my room getting dressed, while freezing my ass off in the process, my thoughts kept wandering back towards my dream last night. Didn’t I get that guy’s name at some point during it? I have the feeling it started with a “J”..... Justin? I’ll just stick to that.

**At School. In Science**
In class we’re basically just reviewing things we learned in the middle school. Chemical Equations, Chemical Formulas, Balancing Equations, and going over the Periodic Table.

I’m not even paying attention, just drawing in the sketchbook I have slightly hidden underneath the textbook. The guy from my dream, he keeps bugging me in the back of my mind, and I’ve been practically itching to draw him.
His back is to me in the drawing, his hair short, slightly longer behind his neck, his head turned to the side, yet his face is shadowed.

“Sky, what do we need to do to balance this equation?” the teacher asked, looking at me expectantly. I glanced up at the board. “NaCl3 ➨ 3Cl + Na”
“It’s already balanced.” I answer. The teacher nodded. “Good.” She must’ve thought the fact I wasn’t paying attention would’ve made me clueless. Welp, she was wrong.

**Home, that afternoon**
Strangely, there seemed something different about the small house my mom and I lived in. It seemed.... Colder. And something else, something I couldn’t put my finger on.
I walk down the hallway and into my room, and ditch my school stuff on my bed. While I have the chance, being home alone for the next 5 hours, I decide I might as well take the hottest shower I can manage taking, so the water can heat up by the time mom gets home.
Sadly, all the towels are kept in my mom’s closet. So I leave my room and go across the hall to where my mom’s room is... And that’s when it hit me.
Not only did the house seem colder and slightly more shadowy-feeling, but there was the faint sound of someone else breathing.
I carefully lean my ear against my mom’s bedroom door, and the sound was coming from the other sound of the door.
‘How the hell did someone get in the house?’ I wondered. ‘The house was locked, and I have the only spare key.’
Something about this situation was seriously giving me the creeps, making my heart race. The slight heavy feeling of fear sinking in, I took a deep breath to even my breathing as I carefully grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open.
A high pitch scream sounded, coming from me. That was my first reaction. On the other side of the door was a boy around my age, with dark brown-black hair, blue eyes with deep dark rings around them, standing there screaming back in response.
Automatically I slam the door shut, then realizing that I should open the door again to confront him. Try to get a name, or a reason on why this guy’s in my house. So I quickly open the door again, but no one’s there. Nothing in the room changed, and all the feelings were gone from the house. No more coldness, the house looking orange from the setting sun, and no more sounds of another person’s breathing, just my own ragged breath.
“What the hell just happened...?” I asked, to no one in particular. Just to the emptiness of the house and myself.