Matthew Bridges POV
It had to be a dream. No 9-year would witness this. If this weren’t a dream surely they would notice me. I tried to move but my feet seemed to be glued to the ground. I tried again with no luck. I decided to just watch. Though what I was seeing didn’t make any sense. I was standing in a field with long grass. It stretched as long as my eyes could see. I twisted my head so I could see behind me and I gasped. I saw a woman. Her legs were brought up to her chest. She was crying and holding her cheek. She glanced to her left and I realized she was hiding from someone behind a bush. She took her hand away from her cheek and I saw a gash. There was blood all over her cheek and hand.
She glanced again and her eyes widened with shock. I followed her gaze and saw a man with a mask on. He was clutching a silver knife in each hand. The one in his right hand had blood on it. I saw that he had a strap across his chest with about six more knives in it. He looked around, puffing like he had run here. The woman was looking straight at him. He moved straight towards the bush, and she looked around and I got a look at her face. She had brown hair and green eyes. She had thin lips and freckles on her face. She looked like she was thinking. The man was coming closer. She glanced at him and stood up. She sprinted away from him, he was chasing after her. He threw one of the knives and it missed her by about 20 center meters. He threw the other one, which caught her arm. She pulled it out of her arm and threw it aside gasping for breath.
He grabbed two more knives out of the strap and threw another one. This time it caught her in the back and she fell. He ran forward and pinned her arms and legs down. He grabbed another silver knife from his strap. This time the knife was the size of a butcher’s knife. He stood up and smiled at her. She whimpered. He bent down and positioned the knife above her neck he thrust down and just before he hit. I woke up.
The first thing I noticed was that I had woken in a cold sweat. Then I saw my mothers smiling face above me. She saw the look on my face and her smile vanished. “What’s wrong?” she asked me. “Just had a bad dream,” I answered.
“What about?” She asked, I didn’t answer. “What about?” she pressed. I told her all about my dream. Every detail. “What did the people look like?” I told her about what the woman looked like and how I couldn’t see the guys face because of his mask. She looked worried.We walked into the lounge room. I sat down on the couch. Mum told me she was going to make me some breakfast, so she went into the kitchen. I turned on the television and saw that it was still on the news from last night. I went to go change the channel when I heard “Jessica Smith was found in a field,” I was suddenly very alert. They showed a picture of Jessica Smith. She had brown hair, green eyes, a thin mouth and freckles. I gasped. It was the woman from my dream