My Sleeping Sister

I tried calling out to warn my sister, but knew by now that in this forum, I had no voice and no part to play but to watch. I tried to shut out the dream; close my eyes to the horror I knew awaited me, but was unable to do so; helplessly trapped in my role as observer. Katie had broken off her kiss with the other woman and was craning her head back, eyes closed, to let the other woman kiss her neck. I saw the knife move toward her and heard the insistent beeping, beeping, beeping as the knife moved ever close to Katie's unprotected throat. The music of the ballroom died away and there was just the strange beeping noise blocking everything out as I watched the serrated blade close in.

I woke up with a start and tried to focus my eyes. It was dark all around me, and quiet. As I tried to re-orient myself, I heard the beeping sound again, and snapped toward it. I was my cellphone. I'd received a message. I looked at the bedside clock. It read 02:38. I scrambled across the bed, noticing that somehow I'd managed to get half undressed (or at least as far as removing my skirt and panties, if not my top). I picked up my phone, flipped the screen into life and pressed the 'show' button. The message read;

'Hi Cass.. Got ur msg. Im ok, hope ur 2. Wud like 2 meet you to make up. Think of u lots. Lots of love and kisses, Katie'

It was from my sister. Katie had saved me from watching her die again.