The Dream
The wind bit her cheeks. Her heavy panting fogged into the air. Everything was a blur she could not see where she was running, or who she was running with. They were clutching her hand the warmth flowing through her palm. They were weaving in and out of the figures surrounding them. Her feet were pounding against stoned streets, Slowly hurting the more they ran. Slowly everything around them was getting darker and darker. The person she was running with stopped dead in place. Giving her a fright, she could feel the stranger's hand tighten around hers.As she tried to clear her vision. A flash of Green as if a light has been turned off flew past her eyes . Everything went black.
Sansa jolted upwards from out of her bed and slammed her head against the stairs. She instantly placed her hand on her head feeling it pound. A layer of Sweat was on her hands and soaked her clothes. Sansa thought to herself how surreal that dream felt and terrifying it was. She hated dreams, Usually she never dreamed and if she did it was always that recurring nightmare. She felt trapped and wanted to escape the cupboard she lived in underneath the stairwell, but she knew it would be locked. Her Aunt Lysa always locked the door at night, Sansa hated her as much as her Aunt hated her. Sansa never knew why her Aunt hated her so much, but she could always feel hint of jealousy when ever she would look at her. Aunt Lysa was always a women of jealousy and hatred. Only ever showing love and affection to her beloved son Robin. Who was an awful spoiled child and always bullies Sansa. Aunt Lysa never noticed Robin bullying her and if she did she merely approved of it saying "that's what you get for being an orphan". Sansa was placed into the care of her horrible Aunt after her parents died in a plane crash on there way to New Zealand. Aunt Lysa was taken care of her at the time and from then on she has been trapped with them ever since. Sansa let out a sigh she didn't realize she was holding on to and decided to spend the rest of the night wide awake. Not wanting to go back to that nightmare.
A beam of light stared into Sansas eyes through a crack of the door. She realized it was finally morning after that long dreadful night. Placing her book she was glued to on her side. Sansa realized that her door was unlocked, she must of been lost in thought thinking about the night she went through to not hear that her door was unlocked. She pushed the door open to reveal no one was in the hallway. Stumbling her way out of her room and down the hallway towards the lounge. Sansa Peeked through the open door. She could see her Aunt on the couch facing towards a Stranger seated in front of her Aunt. The chair was too high for her to see who the stranger is. It sounded as if they were lost in conversation as if arguing over something. Trying to not make to much noise She crept towards the kitchen, trying not to grab there attention. Sansa Went to go pour herself a glass of water as silently as she could. Not bothering to listen in on the conversation, she was so thirsty all night waiting to finally get some water. When she succeed. She turned around and saw Robin standing watching her.