foreboding [nael!]

> Allan

"Adelene! Adelene, are you home?"

Allan stood there, knocking on Adelene's door, a little light headed and out of breath, but he tried to keep his knocks leveled, so as not to give away his current state. On one hand was his phone with Adelen's name displayed on the screen. She hasn't been replying to any of his messages or answering any of his calls at all. He was in a near state of panic.

He tried to shrug it off but he knew very well there was only ever one time his premonitions failed him. Only once and everything else had been spot on--he'd seen them happen just as they did in their dreams.

It had been two nights he was rudely woken up with the same dream. Or should he say, nightmare. It wasn't exactly similar but the endings were the same; all the more reason for him to become panicked.

He'd see Adelene walking before coming to a stop. After then he'd see her holding a gun to her head, her eyes locked with his. There weren't any words. She pulls the trigger.

Allan kept for her, knocking on the door and hoping she would answer, "Adelene, if you're here please just open the door..."

@"Trahnael"

Allan realized the door wasn't locked, nor was it ever even properly closed as the door creaked open. A huge part of him hoped that it was Adelene but he was greeted by no one. The door opened to her empty apartment--or so it seemed to him. His breath caught in his throat, eyes wide with distress. "Adelene..?" he called out quietly. No answer.

He tried to even out his breath, trying to fight visions of his dreams that was haunting him in the waking world. Allan stepped into the apartment, part of him opposed to it but the unlocked door was a big concern. "Adelene?" he called again as he closed the door behind him but just as he said that, his eyes fell on the figure that was curled up in her bed.

The color just seemed to drain away from his face; seeing Adelene was one thing but the state she was in wasn't exactly a good thing to see, what, with all the bottles of alcohol around her. Allan didn't even have time to speak and quickly rushed to her side. He could clearly see she looked terrible, her hair was a mess and...well, she was a mess. His mind was little bit frazzled by panic and for a moment, he couldn't figure out what to do.

With a few even gasps for air, the first thing Allan thought was checking if she were even alive. There weren't signs of blood, and she was still breathing which, for one thing relieved him, but here came the second part. She reeked of alcohol. For how long she'd been drinking, Allan had no idea and that was in itself a cause for alarm. There was too many bottles of beer and whiskey to count in one quick glance.

Allan stumbled to find the blanket that had been messily scrunched up on the edge of her bed and pulled it over her. "Adelene. Adelene, please wake up," he called, lightly shaking her awake. Allan tried to keep his voice leveled but to no avail. Anyone who could think properly could hear the his voice breaking while he was trying to monitor her breathing.

@"Trahnael"