Bad Dreams

Jasmine's POV:

Waking up terrified and mortified.

"Where was I?

Was this another bad dream?"

My heart thumped against my chest as I saw the dark room that I was left to rest, I immediately started to scream in fear and agony.

Not knowing if I was in another one of my messed dreams, I was about to start crying.

"Why did my mother die,

I hated my life ever since,

Unlucky after unlucky,

My life was such a misery

I felt afraid of living

My desire for living had left me"

I tried to get up when I realized I was chained on to the bed.

“What the hell,

I was captured,

The thought dawned on me,

Who would kidnap me?

I hated people,

I wanted to kill everyone but I wasn't dangerous so how could I,

I wish I knew how to be stronger and better at fighting and standing up for myself,

I wish my parents allowed me to learn how to fight, they never like the idea if that because they knew I was reckless and would probably hurt them when I am mad.

They didn't trust me, neither did I ever trust them.

I miss them,

No matter what shit they did I still truly do.

My dad,

I barely remember him,

He took my brother away from me

years ago,

I wonder what is my brother doing in his life

I wonder who is my brother is successful.

Is my dad still a famous businessman?

Do they still fight other families

And partake in dangerous business?

Are they still that mysterious?

I rarely remember them”.

I continued struggling to get out as the door of the darkroom opened.

Jake's POV:

Walking to school like every other day, my instinct told me something was up.

“I hope my day goes well.”

Arriving at school on time and taking a seat where no-one else was.

I opened my books and started to study.

“The one that didn't have many friends and spent half his life in his books or crying,

That was me.

I was hoping not to be bullied today.”

After the episode of this morning, I hated life even more.

I was scared of what occurred, and it triggered me so much.

Class started as per usual and the teacher started teaching. Just another regular day I keep promising myself.

“I hope”

Walking into the cafeteria after a normal class day. I took my lunch and headed to my table

Suddenly I started feeling dizzy, the world around me felt like it was getting darker, and it was like I was sprung into another life.

Isaac's POV:

My heart raced, not Izzy.

NEVER!

I dashed in front of her pushing her off the seat into my lap.

Fucking hell, I stated as the bullet just passed her forehead hitting on the wall.

The students all sighed in relief as the police and ambulance sirens wailed in the ears of everyone but I didn't care. I knew I needed to get to the bottom of this. I dashed from my seat and started the chase.

This was going to be fun

I dashed into the trees following the man as he quickened his speed. I was hoping his speed slackened or he tripled. Maybe I can make his trip, maybe not. The thoughts encrypted in my mind. I needed to find a way to be able to identify who he was.

“Was he one of my enemies,

My dad's enemies,

I knew the gunshots were directed to me

So it had to be one of my enemies”

I ran as fast as I can trying to catch hold of the person. Now, I knew this person wasn't a regular person, but a professional runner and shooter.

I needed to make a smart move to climb a nearby tree and directed my bullets down at the guy's feet. He didn't know that I was on top, he started to slow down his pace because he thought I had given up. He looked around him, but luckily he didn't see me.

I shot towards him, that is when he dashed missing the bullets just in time.

Now he had made it to the road. A vehicle awaited him and I started taking pictures zooming in with my fast zoomed camera. I continued clicking until he made it off quickly reminding myself to check them when he is off.

I sighed,” Yes, I failed once again.”

Izzy's POV:

The incident at school terrified me.

When I came home, I told me, mom, what occurred, and she was shocked she asked me if I was okay, and I replied saying yes.

She even offered to take me to a doctor checkup, but I said I am okay, just traumatized. I went to my room and thought of the idea of how I could have died today. Isaac saved my life.

“How did he do it?

Wow!

Sometimes I wonder who he was”!

I text him saying,” thanks,” and he said, “don't worry, it is okay”. I was just doing my job.

“Job, huh,” I stated

He said by helping others and said he learned fighting when he was young.

I was happy that at least he knew how to protect himself and others but still suspicious of whom he truly was.