Novel & Cerita In My Dreams I Hold A Knife

And whenever I looked up— Vivian was always standing behind her. With a bloodied knife in her hand. And that same stupid, annoying smirk plastered on her lips. That was when I woke up. Gasping. Sweating. Shaking. My heart beating loudly like it wanted to fly out of my chest. I had this same dream four times last night. On any other normal night, after the first time, I would have gone straight to the gym and worked myself into exhaustion. But this time… I didn’t like how the dream had changed.

Not when the worst thing that could happen, happened. I had a dream. In it, I was also in bed with Prince Noah. Everything in the room was quiet, and I hadn't fully woken up yet. Through my half-closed eyes, I saw the full moon through the windows. The trees were just silhouettes, and suddenly, something moved among them, so fast that my brain barely registered it completely. Not until the window was already open, and to my utter horror, the shadow was right there, leaning out before us, the moonlight reflecting off the blade of the dagger he held in his hands.

"What do I do?" "Stay alive. Stay hidden. Stay away from her." "And if I cannot?" Rina turns to face me. "Then you fight." That night, I dream of Kendal. She is standing over my bed. Holding a knife. Her eyes are red. Her smile is sharp. You took him from me, she says. Now I will take everything from you. I wake up screaming. Rina is beside me in seconds. Her hand on my shoulder. "Just a dream," she says. "Just a dream."

Elena threatened me, pointing the bloody knife at me. ******* I sprang up from my bed. Immediately, Elena pointed the bloody knife at me. Everything looked real until I looked around and realized I just had a dreadful dream.

I gasp as I watch myself holding a knife over Alden’s head with a wicked and unrecognizable smile on my face. “What? Who are you and what have you done?” I scream out. “You’re next,” the strange me says and then she begins to walk towards me. I wake up panting before strange me is able to do anything to me in the dreamscape. It is truly bizarre to me how frequently I am having nightmares all of a sudden. I hear a sound from the right side of the room and my eyes dart to its source. Sitting in the same chair I saw him in the first time I woke up in this room is Alden and he is watching me intently.

I rested my back on the tree and turned around only to have its branches enveloping me in a tight embrace, I squirmed at first, trying to break free but as a result, even the ground beneath my feet pulled my toes under it with such might that I began to sink in. I heard a whisper, “Your crying won’t save you, there’s no one to save you except yourself!” It was Jade’s voice. Somehow, I convinced myself to quit squirming and moaning, forcing myself to open my eyes. "This is just a dream," I whispered to myself, gathering my courage. As I glanced down at my hand, a chilling realization washed over me - a sharp, pointy knife was held tightly within my grasp. Summoning every bit of courage, I pre

“They’re not my dreams.” *** I spin it around in my hand, admiring how the blade glints in the moonlight. It is such a beautiful dagger; I wish it was actually mine. I whip around when I hear a door close behind me. “What are you doing out here?” Logan asks. “I can’t sleep,” I mutter, adding a tiny “thanks to you” under my breath. He gave no indication that he heard me. “So you’re practicing with a knife?” “I needed to do something.” I shrug.

He was giving me that determined, supportive, and encouraging look to do as I wish in any way to take down my haunting nightmare, the demon that keeps appearing in my dreams, turning my sleep into an endless cycle of agony and pain. But like I thought before, I wasn’t a murderer, pretty far from it considering how almost every cell in my body was screaming at me to shove that knife deep into his heart and watch the light go off in those deep blue eyes that are painfully a replica of mine, while my heart was rooting me in place and preventing me from moving a muscle. I handed the knife back to Lucas and said in a choked tone “Take it and end him for all of us” He held the knife as his face so

ZANE I jerked up from sleep, my right hand jumping to my throat where my fingers curled around it as my eyes which were wide awake frantically scanned the entire area. Seeing nothing in sight, my shoulders drooped and my body relaxed as I slowly lowered myself back to the ground. Panting, I gently rubbed my neck as I replayed the dream I just had in my head. I had dreamt that a dagger had been held against my neck, slowly slicing into the flesh as blood flowed freely from it. I tried to free myself from my killer's grasp but the more I struggled, the more I was bound. I tried to see my killers face but a bright light covered the face and I was left uncertain about their identity.

Of course, it was rusty as well, but the blood that covered over it made it almost impossible for me to discover the dents. I pulled it out of the wooden bar and rested it on my palm.I felt the cold sensation as I ran my fingers on its blade. While scrutinizing it, I suddenly uttered in my head, “This is the knife that killed LD and Jieve. This is the knife that deprived them from living for their dreams and pursuing their happiness in life. This is the knife that took them both away from Chuck. And as I’m holding it, I promise to do my all to make sure that the person who once used this knife to kill people will rot in hell and regret to have ever lived a life in this world forever.”