Rain

After the game, we all decided to go to bed, since we had exhausted ourselves by showing off to one another. That night I was having the most horrible nightmare.

I dreamed that my parents were being held captive in a dingy basement with no food or water. They were getting weaker by the minute and seemed delusional. Then the red haired boy entered the scene. He kicked them and spat at them yelling, "tell me where they are! I know you know where their head quarters are!" He was getting very agitated. Finally he shouted, "Fine, if you won't tell me where they are, then I will take evasive actions!" He grabbed my mom by the ponytail and held a knife to her throat. "Tell me or she dies!"

I woke up soaked with sweat. I thought I saw someone standing in my room, but when I rubbed my eyes and tried to focus she was gone. I got up out of bed and rushed down the hall to Ivar's room. He was snoring so loudly, and was sleeping like a rock (ironically). So I decided to try Jared's room. To my surprise he met me at the door.

"I... uh, we... I think my parents are in trouble."

"I know." He dodged my glance and refused to make eye contact.

I felt a pierce in my chest as the reality sunk in, "it wasn't a dream, was it?"

He just bowed his head and turned away, putting a hand on my shoulder to comfort me.

I sunk to the floor and screamed through my tears. After a few minutes, I decided I had to stop Alex. I had to save my parents. "We have to stop him! Before he goes any further."

Jared looked at me with sadness in his eyes, and replied, "Tomorrow. Tonight we need to rest."

I was shocked at his reply, but knew he was right. I reluctantly returned to my room.