The Art Of Being Unique

Teagan's POV

I was shaken awake by Erick once the plane landed. We took all our bags and moved on to the pick up area. As we exited the plane a vision passed through my mind. A headache pumped through my head and darkness took over my sight.

A person stood before me. By their build I could tell it was a male. They had a black hood over their face and they towered over my small 5'4 height.

"Hello?" I called out to the man. The only thing was...my voice didn't come out. It was a strange man's.

The scenery flashed and I saw myself, strapped to a chair with a gun to my head. "Please,____!" I cried out. The man cocked the gun. The figure I was seeing from stepped closer. I was crying and sobbing. Another man in black suddenly came in and taped my mouth shut. I cried harder. I felt 'myself' fall to my knees and beg. My sight blurred with tears. Suddenly a gun shot sounded. My world went black.

I awoke in Erick's arms. My head was in his lap and we were sitting on a bench. The only thought my brain could function was the vision I had just witnessed. Was I , or my friends, gonna die?

Notes

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Sleepwalking- BMTH