Being Chased In A Dream Novels & Stories

Uso pa pala ang mga bully sa collge. "Teka Drea, matatapilok ako sa bilis ng takbo mo eh." Hindi ako pinakinggan nito at mas binilisan pa ang pag takbo, kung saan saan na kami nakarating, akyat don, liko dito, baba don, hanggang sa tumama ako sa matagis na bagay at sumalpak papaupo sa sahig.

I don't know why am I having this kind of dream, it feels too real. Mas lalo akong naalarma ng maramdaman ko ang kiliting iyon ay bumaba sa dibdib ko. It feels like it was tracing my skin and if feels warm covered my mounds. Gusto kong gumalaw, pero tila naparalisa ako. Is this what they call sleeping paralysis? How can I even think straight in my own dream?

MABILIS na natapos ang araw at namalayan ko nalang kinabukasan na masaya akong nakikipaghabulan kay Chase sa isang Private park. "Hey come back here!" Tawa ako ng tawa dahil halatang napipikon na siya. "I won't!" Sigaw ko pabalik habang nakatago sa isang punong malayo sa kanya. "You don't want me to catch you, don't you?" Mahina siyang lumakad papunta sa gawi ko. Mabilis akong tumakbo sa mas malayo sa kanya "Hey, stop running away from me!" Sigaw niya

I entered my car and slammed the door shut while Liam quickly occupied the passenger seat beside me. My engine roared loudly as I accelerated through the streets. The SUV remained several cars ahead. I gritted my teeth hard while chasing them. I was not losing Ava. Not now. Not ever. The SUV sped recklessly through traffic while weaving aggressively between vehicles. But I refused to back down. Especially not when my wife was inside that car. The streets became narrower the farther they drove. Fewer people. Less traffic. More isolated. My eyes darkened immediately. “They’re setting a trap,” I said coldly, loud enough for Liam to hear.

I wanted to cry in so much fear but there was no time for that. Wala akong magawa kundi ang magpaikot-ikot sa buong palapag papalayo sa mga lalaking iyon. Pumasok ako sa isang fire exit at tinahak ang hagdan nito nang um-echo sa buong hagdan ang isang putok ng baril. Sh*t! Someone was chasing me from the upper floors! Napatakip ako sa aking tenga. Ilang beses akong muntik matalisod at pakiramdam ko ay hinahabol ako ng bala mula sa itaas. One wrong move and I’ll be f*cking shot!

"Are you out of your damn mind? Do you even realize what you're asking for?" Napangiti siya na marining niya ang tanong ni Chase sa kanya pero wala nang atrasan ito. "I know exactly what I’m asking for. Okay?" natatawang sambit niya. "I’m going to the underground car racing arena now. I need to get in fast, and I need you to make sure no one gets in my way." The world she was walking into was dangerous, unpredictable, and full of people who wouldn’t think twice about crossing her. But she wasn’t afraid. Not anymore.

Tahimik lang ako habang binabaybay namin ang pathway, mahimbing pa rin ang tulog ni Josephine at ng anak ko sa passenger's seat kaya wala silang malay kung anong lugar ang patutungunguhan namin. Kinagat-kagat ko ang ibaba kong labi at nilalabanan ang totoong nararamdaman. Nilaro-laro ko ang mga daliri at pinupunasan kapag namamasa ito dahil sa pawis. "Cai, are you okay? You look scared."

NAPAMULAT SIYA nang bigla niyang naramdaman ang pagbaon ng ilang mga bala sa kaniyang likod. She was gasping and chasing after her breath. Damn. That was a dream. A dream that she knew it really happened and would remind her how her previous mission ended. "Where am I?" tanong niya sa sarili.

“Kasi masaya.” Hindi siya agad sumagot. Ilang segundo siyang nakatitig lang sa akin, tapos bigla siyang umiwas ng tingin at nagpatuloy sa paglalakad. Napansin ko na medyo bumagal ang lakad niya, parang sinasabayan niya ang pace ko. Maya-maya, napansin kong nasa tapat na kami ng gate ng bahay namin. Napahinto ako. “Ah… dito na ako.”

I didn’t know where I saw her, but still in my dreams I always felt that she was real. Nang dahil do’n ay nagpa-tattoo ako sa mga konting detalye ng aking panaginip dahil pakiramdam ko ay may koneksyon iyon sa akin. As the Grand Race was near, Monalisa was really occupied with her training, and I kept myself occupied on handling the Arum. Suddenly, an unexpected commotion happened, and there I saw the woman in my dreams become real. She mistakenly approached Sota, and thought he was I, but not. What’s worse was that she even punched my brother which made Sota not forget about that. Her name was Trisha Francisco, a motorcycle racer from Isla Fiji.