Running.

That was the main thing that was present in my mind right now.

I was running through the woods, my heart beating fast. It was a cold night. The wind was blowing loudly through the giant trees. The moonlight was my only source of light in these woods.

He was running after me.

Chasing me through the woods.

Not leaving me alone, not leaving me time to catch my breath.

And I knew if I stopped, he would catch me and I didn't want to find out what he was going to do with me.

Who was he? Why was he chasing me? What did I do to him? Why was I here? I thought as I ran away from him. It was all still unknown to me.

The forest looked everywhere the same. I found trees and more trees as I ran. It was like an endless road. A road which would never end for me unfortunately.

I felt him coming closer as I ran and it made my fear amplified. My legs were hurting and breathing became more difficult for me. But then I suddenly stumbled over something hard and I fell down with a yelp.

I turned around, still on the ground, just in time when he arrived in front of me but I still couldn't see his face. He was like a blurry image to me. A dark shadow. He stepped forward and my breathing accelerated.

I wanted to run away but I couldn't. I was like glued to the ground. Or was it the fear that was paralyzing me into place.

As he stepped closer, he became more clear to me. He was wearing a black cloak which hid his entire body and his face. Then he brought his hand forward to me and I gave out of a sharp cried of fear.

Blood.

His hand was covered in blood. The blood of who? Was my first thought. But then he drawn his hand back and it went to his hood which he then removed and I could now see his face but then I wished that I never could.

My eyes widened in shock at the sight of my attacker. And as a single tear ran down my cheek, his name left my mouth.

"Cloud."

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My eyes snapped open and I felt my heart skipped a beat as I woke up from my dream. I was sweating and my breathing was hard and irregular as I looked around to identify where I was. My vision was blurry and then I realized that I wasn't wearing my glasses but I could still identify the place as my bedroom.

I slowly moved my hand to my nightstand in search of my glasses which I quickly found and put on. The first thing that I saw was this creepy big book at my feet on the bed and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

How the hell did this book get here?

I remembered correctly not having put it on my bed. Last night, I left it on my table after I had spent one complete hour staring at the book. I had opened the book and what I saw in it surprised me. 

I saw completely nothing.

There was only blank pages in this stupid book.

I seriously didn't know what it was doing in the library of the school if there was nothing written in it. I wondered why I even brought it with me in the first place. I should have opened it at the school, it would have spared me the effort of bringing it home with me and found out that it was in fact empty.

I sighed as I looked at my clock on my nightstand and I groaned at the time that it was. 12:00 p.m. I couldn't believe it. That explained why I was still so tired. It was still kind of creepy to wake up at an hour like this after a nightmare. I looked back at the book and noticed that it was now opened and I blinked.

Was it opened earlier? I thought as I continued to blink in confusion.

This was definitely too creepy for me. I sighed as I lazily made my way to the book. When I arrived in front of it, I was going to close the book when I noticed something not normal and I stared at the book, incredulous.

There was a picture.

A picture of a man wearing a black cloak. The same man from my nightmare but I couldn't see his face. The hood was hiding it and then the face of Cloud under the hood came to my mind. But it couldn't be him. The book was too old, it was ancient. It didn't coincide with his age. And why would Cloud be in a book?

I shook my head as I tried to get Cloud out of my mind and focused on the book again. Okay, I was sure that all of the pages that the book contained was blank. I knew it, I examined it carefully last night. I turned every single page of the book and still didn't find anything. 

But now it looked like there was more than nothing. The picture of the man wasn't the only thing that was now here in the book. At the page beside of the picture there was something written. It was completely gibberish to me. Maybe it was a foreign language or maybe not. But I seriously didn't understand it.

I turned the page but the next pages were all blank. Only on these two pages, there was something. I continued to turn the page, trying to find something else but I didn't. I returned to the page of the picture and looked at it. 

"Who are you?" I murmured as I touched the picture. The page was old and it was a bit rough to the touch. My hand traced the outline of the man. He was wearing gloves in the picture, instead of having bloody hands like he did in my dream.  

I finally closed the book and went to put it on my table once more before going back to bed. I removed my glasses before I put it on my nightstand again. I let my head fell on the pillow and I immediately felt asleep.

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