Beep. Beep. Beep.

That same noise kept replaying over and over again.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I bolted up. White. I was in a room. White walls, white floor, white ceiling, white everything! I looked to my left. A machine. I looked at my wrists and arms. I had tubes going in and out of my body. The tube was filled with a thick red liquid. Blood. Hospital. Definitely a hospital. I remembered my dream, the ultra french lesson that I barely understood, the portrait, the desk, the guests. The guest! He drained me of my blood. Okay, now I remember everything. I think.

There was a knock on the door. "Um, Come in?" I said. The door opened and in came the dude who almost sucked me dry! His blonde hair came just above his electric green eyes. His eyes held a look of empathy, but was soon replace with a look of annoyance. He pulled out a book from his pocket. I read the cover; anglais Traduire. "Collin wanted me to apologies to you." He said, confusion written all over his face. I have now inferred that the book was a translator. I don't think that he realized that he said that wrong. I tried to speak but nothing came out. He sighed and walked out of the room. That was uncalled for.

After an hour of watching television, I fell asleep.

I was surrounded by darkness, a flashlight in hand. I flicked the switch, a dim light appeared on the ground. Dirt. I roamed the area around me. Big stones where everywhere. The dirt on the ground was dry, all the patches of dead grass embedded in the hard surface. Soon enough, my feet decide that it's okay to trample on another. I fell onto the ruff soil. I looked up. These weren't stones! Well, yes and no. These were tombstones! I read lettering on the bolder. Here Lies Hazel M Sellstorm, didn't make it out alive. The ground began to crumble beneath me. My body did a three sixty, Skeletons were littered about. I fell down. I felt my stomach drop as I landed and crushed something beneath me. I looked down. I felt as if I was to heave. It was me. My own corpes, pale and rotting

I jolted awake. I was greeted by some more beeping. Just a dream I kept telling myself. Just a dream.

A/N: Hey guys! I'm posting chapter two now. Yay! Notice I like my chapters short and edgy. This chapter took about 1 hour to write so, Glad that's off my chest. I wrote Hazel's dream due to the fact that I had the exact dream. Nightmares, Nightmares, What would we do without them?