“We should stop at Great York first,” Francis suggests. It is about 12 a.m. and we’re getting tired.

“Yeah.”

We stop by a hotel and book a room of two beds for the night.

“Get some sleep, B. We’ll reach MeadowFalls by tomorrow,” Francis tells me sleepily, making her way towards the bed.

“Okay,” I say almost silently, dropping our bags by the door and lock it.

Once Francis touches the bed, she instantly falls asleep. That got me chuckling at how loud Francis snores.

I take the other bed, staring at the ceiling. I’m unable to fall asleep. The thought of my brother out there, perhaps getting tortured is killing me in the inside.

Great York gives me the creeps.

I don’t know why, but it’s not a good thing. I keep glancing at the door whenever some drunk human passes by our room.

I try counting sheep in my head, which does no help to get me to fall asleep. I think of the happy times I spent with Brad and Francis.

Unfortunately, the memories only made me cry to sleep.

“Bree, wake up,” Francis say, shaking me awake.

“What time is it?” I moan.

“It’s eight in the morning. I’m going to get breakfast. I know you’re still tired so I’ll let you sleep in,” she tells me.

“Thank you,” I say, falling back to sleep.

This time my sleep is not as peaceful as before.

I see Brad in front of me, smiling. Around us is nothing but darkness. The only light is coming from behind Brad.

“Hey, sis,” he says.

“Brad!” I say excitedly, hugging him.

“Aww, you missed me! I’m so touched,” he teases, hugging me back.

“Don’t ruin it, bighead. Yes, I missed you. Where are you? What happened to you? Are you alright?” I fire him with all the questions.

Brad gives me a sad smile. “I love you, sis.”

“Brad, tell me,” I beg, taking his hand. Instead, my hand goes through his. It’s like his a ghost.

“Remember, sis. I will always love you,” he says again.

“What’s going on?” I ask when I notice his turning whiter until it’s so bright that it hurts my eyes. “Brad!”

I jolt awake, crying my heart out. That was Brad yet… It was not. It feels so real. Brad looks so real. I shake my head as I take a deep breath.

It was just a dream. Just a dream. Yes, nothing but a dream.

My phone on the bedside buzzes since I put it on silent mode.

My eyes widen in horror as I read the text message sent by Francis.

Help.

Author's Note

I'm planning to make at least 20 parts for this story. What do you think so far?

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