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Sally had fallen asleep while she had been in the middle of her homework. Her calculus book was open, draped over her stomach. Papers were laid about, and her glasses sat crooked on her face. Her hand suddenly twitched, and the pencil between her fingers fell to the floor. 

[I][b]It was just her and Isaac. Sally looked around, searching for anyone to help her. There was no one. Absolutely no one. Everyone had gone, and there wasn’t even anyone in the distance. Swallowing hard, she looked back to Isaac. His face was twisted in pure rage. “Take it easy, Isaac,” she tried reasoning with him. He wasn't seeing any sort of reasoning. All he saw, was red, and Sally was in it. 

With a cry of power, Isaac lunged at Sally. His fist connected with her face, and Sally cried out in pain. Her body jerked and twisted, and she hit the ground with enough force to knock her unconscious for a second. She felt herself being grabbed by her shoulder and roughly turned over. Still dazed, Sally saw that Isaac was standing over her. “No,” she cried out as she raised her hands in a pathetic attempt to try to block his hits.[/b][/i]

The pencil that had fallen to the floor, and her glasses, began to slowly rise in the air. Her calculus book soon followed. 

[I][b]Isaac then began to rain down his anger upon her. Punches. Kicks. He even grabbed her head and slammed it down onto the ground. Hit after hit Sally suffered, until he suddenly stopped. He glared down at her bloody and beaten form, anger flashing in his eyes. Sally forced herself to turn over onto her stomach, a feat that was harder than she had imagined. She grabbed a fistful of grass, using it to try and help her move away from Isaac. A pained, choked sob escaped her bloody lips when she felt him grab a handful of her hair.[/b][/i]

Sally slowly started to raise off of her bed, joining the several other objects that had begun to levitate. Her head, arms, and legs dangled lifelessly as she continued to rise into the air. Firey red hair seemed to sway slowly, looking as if it were underwater.

[I][b]”You should have stayed out of it you dumb fucking cunt.” An evil grin crossed Isaac’s lips, then slowly turned into a snarl, baring his teeth. Before Sally could say anything, Isaac slammed her face into the ground, then pulled her head back. He slammed it down again, and again. Her blood started to stain the grass, and she felt unconsciousness creeping up on her.[/b][/i]

Her eyes snapped open, pupils so dilated, that her iris’ couldn't be seen. She stared at the wall, upside down, her gaze unfocused. And then, within seconds, she woke up. Immediately, her pupils shrank until they were normal again. Then, Sally and the objects that were in the air with her, all fell. She hit the bed, grunting as she did, and laid there for a moment. Her glasses hit the floor. One of her books hit the floor. The other hit the edge of her bed, and tumbled over. That weird feeling that had swarmed throughout her body when she attacked Isaac earlier in the day, had started to dissipate. 

Even in her sleep. 

Even when she slept, it was doing things she was unaware of.