GENRE: Adult Suspense
Devie sat up in bed, gasping. She pushed her damp hair away from her face with trembling hands. No TV blared from the apartment next door. No trucks rumbled by on the highway. Utter silence and darkness surrounded her. Panicked, she snapped on the lamp. The yellow light did little to relieve her terror.
Alastair whined and pawed at the bed. Devie turned to the Labrador and patted his soft head. She wondered if she had been screaming. The horror of the dream came back to her. The room swayed and blurred as icy fear ripped at her lungs. Breathe. She commanded herself. She was alone. Now was not the time for an asthma attack.
After three deep inhales and exhales, the world zoomed back into focus. She looked at the clock. 3:27 a.m. Reaching into the drawer of her night table, she removed her sketchbook and a small set of chalk then waited. Finally, she felt in control of the fear and repulsion. She moved her hand lightly at first, then stronger with more confidence.
When sunlight streamed through the window, and the sounds of the city returned to her, Devie finished sketching a beautiful girl. A girl her age, possibly a fellow college student.
A girl with long brown hair, dark brown eyes and a small scar on her left cheek. A girl Devie saw die in her dream.