Dream

2 Dream Voice

Alex's P.O.V.

I feel weightless as I float in midair. Swimming through the blank darkness that swallows me whole.

But as much as I feel weightless, I also feel heavy, a weight on my chest that has left me gasping for air. I'm clawing and scratching at my throat just to feel it flow through my choking mouth. My desperate lungs cry, as I start to fall-

Then, I hear it. A silent sob fills the once quiet air. A shaky warmth envelopes my hand, almost grasping.

"Please," the voice of a desperate woman pleads. "Please come back too me."

Then I awake again, from such a startling dream. Eyes wide and frantic, I look around, dark hair smacking me in my face.

I'm no longer cold, instead of being out in the freezing snow. I'm in a wooden house, covered by a large, fuzzy, warm blanket that went way past my legs.

Slowly, I sit up from the soft warm cushioned surface, only to see a small brick tunnel on the wall, leading down to a small opening, with a few charred cinders trapped inside by a cage.

A chimney.

I look around to see I'm in a small wooden room; with a single window looking out at the dark world beyond this room. A single bed lays in the back corner. Which is what I'm on.

Then, the only door to the room opens, showing a tall man, with blonde hair in a loose pony tail. Lavender eyes looking back at me, no emotion showing. He blinks, then scratches at the light stubble growing on his chin as his plaid button up shirt rubs against skin and cloth.

"You're finally awake." He points out in a deep, gruff voice. I just simply nod, not knowing what else to do. "You were out for almost a day and a half. When I found you, you're lips were blue and your fingers cold as ice," he starts, watching me closely. "Almost thought the cold got to you before I did."

I just simply nod once more, not knowing what to say.

He looks me up and down, and sighs. "You warm?" He asks. I nod. "Are you hungry?" I nod once more. "Come on then." He tilts his head towards the door and walks out.

I shakily stand and follow him out; feeling weak in the knees as I walk a few paces behind this tower of a man.

Soon, we walk out into a spacious wooden room; with a brown leather couch, and a single black recliner with a thin red blanket thrown atop. At the very front of the room lies an even bigger chimney; made of pale red bricks, inside of the caged opening lay a peaceful fire. Bringing light and warmth into such a lonely room.

In the far corner of the room is another wooden door with no knob. The man just continues to walk forward, without a single thought in the world. He simply sticks out a large hand, and the door swings open. I quickly follow.

The next room we enter was huge compared to The last. On one side was a big wooden table with four chairs on each side. A plain white table cloth covered the table. On top of it laid various things such as a roll of paper towels: what looks to be a shot gun, some long, sharp knives, and a few dirty plates. Above the table was a single dangling light.

On the other side of the room, there was a black stove between two counters. A sink on the left of the stove, and a small black fridge on the right. On the counters there was a block to hold knives and a metal cylinder that holds various cooking utensils. By the sink was a drying rack. Next to the fridge, was an old wooden bread box. And hung on the wall next to the stove, were used cutting boards, worn over with time.

"Sorry it's such a mess in here." The man grumbles as he picks up the dirty dishes on the table and drops them into the sink. "Go into the fridge and eat what you want." He says as he cleans up the table.

Nodding, I make my way towards the black fridge and open it. In the fridge were a few brown bottles with blue labels which read 'Beer'. A bottle of ketchup and mustard. Half gallon of milk. A few slices of cheese and a small container of ham. Some butter, and leftovers from previous meals.

With a hesitant hand, I grab some ham and cheese, and then go to the bread box.

"So Miss," the man starts. I look back at him to see him leaning against the table, both arms propping him up. "Mind telling me about yourself?"

I look down, not sure what to say. "I-I'm Alex Black." I say, my voice squeaky from disuse.
 
"That's a start," he sighs. "What about where you live?"

I feel my cheeks warm as I turn back to make a sandwhich. "I-'m afraid I-I don't remember..." I answer back.

"What?"

"I don't remember."

"How did you get out in a field in the middle of nowhere then?"

"I don't know that either..."

"What do you remember then?"

"Not much..."

I hear the soft thumps of his boots as he walks over to me and leans against the fridge. Lavender eyes looking at me from head to toe. Then he sighs. "You can stay for now, I guess." I just nod.

He watches me for a moment, deep in thought. "How did you sleep?"

"Alright, I guess..." I answer. "I had a dream of a voice crying."

To be continued...
A/N: Hello lovelies! I'm not very sure what I'm doing in this book quite yet. But here's another update! I hope you like it! Please tell me what you think!