The night I had that dream for the 5th time was how it all started. Too much had come from it for me to ever take it for granted. I remember it all so clearly now... I can't say I've ever particularly been one for heights though.

It was so dark outside, although I couldn't figure out how I'd gotten out here from the comfort of my queen-sized bed in the first place. Wherever "here" was. The air was cool and the view of the full moon was magnificent.

I took a glance down at my attire but noticed the thousand feet drop before I could take in the white night gown I was dressed in.

"¡AYUDA! ¡AYUDA! SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE!"

I screamed to the top of my lungs reaching around to find something to hold on to, but to no avail. Alone and afraid I kept screaming and crying in hopes that somebody would eventually hear my plea.

It was so sudden and unexpected. A man appeared before me with only the cool night air beneath his feet. He had jet black curly hair, caramel skin and soft brown eyes. He was wearing a black leather studded jacket lined with red, matching jeans and black studded boots with a black cape draped over his shoulders.

"Please help me!!" I cried.

The strange man tilted his head to the side with a slight squint to his eyes as if thinking.

"¿H-hablas español? Francés?" I spluttered mindlessly.

I needed him to understand. I needed to be back on solid ground without falling to it. I needed...

"You're so beautiful, but what a cry baby." He chuckled seemingly walking on air as he circled me slowly taking in my appearance.

"Hmm." He hummed.

"Please! I need to get down from here! I-I...!"

My cries were ceased when he pressed a long, slender finger to my lips.

"I'll help you." He smirked.

I smiled and sighed with relief. My tears turning to happy ones.

"But," He continued. "First, I think I'll help myself."

My eyes bulged as he dragged his tongue over his full lips then bared his pearly whites. His canines grew into sharp fangs in his mouth. Leaning in, the "man" brushed his nose against my neck as he sniffed it.

I was as stiff as a board. Completely unmoving. Too worried about what more this strange man could be capable of. He was floating on thin air for crying out loud!

"Ah. You smell so good." He breathed. "I'm gonna enjoy this."

But my determination to survive finally showed up and got the better of me.

"No!!" I screamed grabbing my throat with one hand and pushing him away with the other.

He moved away slowly, unaffected by my pointless efforts to push him away, and looked into my eyes. His soft brown ones all of a sudden flashed a crimson red.

"No?" He questioned with an arched brow.

He sighed then forced a pout.

"Pity." He said as he smirked once again. "Oh well. It's time for you to awaken anyway, Scarlet"

I stared at him with fear etched over my features. Shaking my head frantically, I began to plead once more which he seemed to find amusing as he laughed heartily.

Do those creatures even have hearts?

"Have a nice flight, Scarlet."

He blew me a kiss. One I'd call "a kiss of death" and-

"Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!"

I start falling to the ground beneath me, flailing my arms, screaming, praying, hoping until...

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I woke up in a cold sweat and gasping for air. As I breathed in and out erratically I noticed my pyjamas were soaked with my sweat and my arms were intertwined with my bedsheets from my restlessness.

That dream again?

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After I took a long and much needed shower, I got dressed and put on my make-up for my interview. I decided to wear a navy blue pin stripped blazer with matching pencil skirt and crisp white shirt underneath.

Stepping in front of my full body mirror, I put my long brown hair into a neat bun and finished it off by adding my lucky diamond hair pin. I looked myself up and down in the mirror with a small smile. I was happy with my body. My smooth tanned skin, bright brown eyes, curvy frame, high cheek bones, the little beauty spot near my eye...then I pouted.

I'm too damn short! But I guess that's what heels are for.

I stepped into my patent black stilettos finishing off my business woman look tremendously and I actually looked average height!

As I finished my bun, my mind wondered back to the dream I had. I couldn't remember it very well for some reason. It was a slight blur. I remembered falling but that's about it...

"Scarlet!" Rosalina called for me from the hallway which brought me out from my deep thoughts.

She let herself in as usual.

Rosalina or (Rosa), was my best friend. We'd known each other since before we were born. Our mothers were and still are best friends. They went to school together and stayed friends ever since, then both of our families moved to the US together. Rosa was always more like an older sister to me. Speaking of which, people always thought we were sisters or at least related somehow due to our similar features like our cheek bones and skin. Our one big difference? Rosa was 5'7 compared to my 5'3 self. I was always mistaken for her younger sister before I was fully developed even though I'm actually the older one. Jut by a few months.

Rosa was beautiful. She had hair that sat on her shoulders a little lighter in colour than mine, hazel eyes, and high cheek bones and skin a lot like mine. I must have slipped into a short daydream about how people used to swear we were sisters because our smiles were so similar. It made me smile because she might as well be.

"Scarlet!" She called again now standing in my room doorway. "Come on. Let's go."

I glanced at her then back at the mirror with a blank look.

"Rosa, I'm forty minutes early." I chuckled as I applied mascara. "Just chill. I'm not going to be late."

"Yes, but I am! I have a house to show which is the only reason I'm driving your ass to Manhattan."

Rosa was a Real-estate agent and a pretty damn good one too.

Rosa placed her hands on her hips in that bitch-I-ain't-got-all-day kind of way. We lived in Harlem so it was about a twenty minute drive, tops.

"Ten minutes, chica or I'm leaving without you." She pointed at me with both her index fingers then pointed them to the door and walked towards it speaking rapidly in our mother language. Spanish.

Yup. That means she's pissed.

"Man trouble?" I giggled.

Rosalina sighed and briefly stopped tugging at her hair in frustration.

"Ten minutes, Scarlet! Or in a language you might understand. Diez!" She held up ten fingers as she backed out of my apartment.

"Sí señorita." I saluted then got back to applying mascara.

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We were in the car and pulling into the parking lot of RBH (Red & Black Hotel) where my interview was to be held in about ten minutes.

I couldn't help but laugh as Rosa complained about everything she hated to do with her boyfriend, Dilan. She probably said she hated everything down to the way the poor man tied his shoes but I knew she could never hate him which is why I never heard her say those particular words.

"You guys should just get married, Rosa." I giggled at her shocked expression while I got out and waited for her. "He loves you and girl, everyone with eyes knows you love him too."

Rosalina scoffed slamming her car door before walking in tow with me towards the large building. I could swear I saw a blush creep onto her cheeks.

"Whatever. Besides, he forgot that we'd been together four years today!"

"Oh Dilan. You just can't forget the anniversary." I sighed and shook my head. "Not good, hombre."

"Exactly, but never mind my block head boyfriend. You've got an interview to get to." She smiled at me then pulled me into a hug. "Buena suerte, chica." She wished me luck then kissed my cheek.

"Thanks Rosa." I smiled lightly as we pulled back from our hug. "I'll meet you at my parents at eight, right?"

"I'll be there. Later!" Rosalina jogged back to her car waving behind her in a rush.

"Later! Good luck on the viewing!" I yelled back.

I turned back and took a deep breath before stepping into the building and walking toward the front desk.

Here goes nothing.

I want the feedback so don't be hesitant to tell me if it got worse and this was all for nothing lol. Thanks for reading!

Much love,

Lisha

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