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I didn't talk to Connor last night.
I dreamt that I was being chased.
The woods were barely lit as the sun was setting, so the glow falling between the break in the canopy of oak and maple leaves was a little purple...
I was barefoot of course. I hate running even more with shoes on.
Who or what was chasing me, I don't know. I know that when I woke up my feet hurt...
In the dream I feel and hit my head. I guess that made me unconscious and when I came to, I was in a room with a man I'd never seen before.
He was tall. His skin was dark, darker than most black people I've seen.
His eyes were very wide and there was a lot of white to them. He was sitting in a chair across from my own and as I continued to study him, I noticed he was bound to his chair. There was no gag in his mouth though. We could both speak.
I went to touch where my head had hit in the forest and became suddenly very aware that my hands were bound too. Panic set in. I wasn't going to get out of here...
"Who are you," the man across from me asked. He had some sort of accent but I couldn't pick it out...
"You tell me first."
"Andre."
"Kayla."
"Oh how cute!" a new voice said sarcastically. I couldn't see the source but Andre obviously could. His wide eyes got wider and he began to whimper. The words he'd spoken echoed in my ears. The voice was familiar but I couldn't quite place it...
As soon as the man came around to stand between us, and I glimpsed at his face, I woke up.