by Jodie Kobe
The dreams ends as soon as I hear a creak. At first, I think I’m aboveground again and the glass is shattering on me.
But when my eyes fly open, I’m lying on my side, tangled up in the blanket. The digital clock is in front of me. Its numbers glow green in my face and I cringe, trying to read the time.
2:24 AM.
It’s still late.
Stupid noise.
I flip over on my back and run my hands through my face.
The silhouetted figure catches my eye.
The wheelchair is still in my room, but now it's been moved to the middle. How did it get there?
Someone is in the seat, drumming their fingers on the wheelchair’s arm. Glowing eyes watch me.
I nearly shriek as I shoot out of the bed, noticing I’m wearing jeans and only a tank top.
A low laugh escapes from the figure in the wheelchair. When my eyes adjust to the dark, I finally see who it is.
My head spins.
“Hey there,” Rob says, a cruel smile appearing on his face.