The next few weeks were full of dreams I couldn’t control. Repeating dreams of the same person again and again until the portrait of their life appeared in the newspaper. I decided Laurens sister ahd been a fluke and simply decided to get on with my life of the living, after all what was the point of dwelling on the dying.
I continued being the good student for my mom, getting good grades, turning in all my homework, making lots of new friends. The days didn’t seem too out of the ordinary, my brother was still the same tease and he seemed to have a following from the neighborhood. There was always a trail of kids close to his age trailing him vying for his attention. I rarely paid much attention to them until one caught my eye looking familiar and that same panic rose in my chest. Did I know him from a dream?
I listened to the noise of by brothers tribe trying to decipher the familiar childs name, and memorizing his face. While I was fairly certain he was not the focus of a recent drem I knew I had seen him somewhere. Then it clicked. He had been in the hospital room when a loved one passed. He was the young boy being comforted. As I listened I heard him tell of what his mom used to do… it had sounded past tense. I felt the moisture filling my eyelids at the memory of this poor boy watching his mother pass.
That night I could sleep, the idea of watching someone lose a loved one was too much… I decided to look up online if there were any others like me. There were the few pschic hotline links, and the occasional dream come true stories. But none that I could tell with the same symptoms I had.
I was not sure what to do with myself and this problem. I had enough of my own pronlems to deal with I did not want to deal with others problems as well. I slipped downstairs and took one of my fathers sleeping pills hopeing they would knock me out enough I wouldn’t remember my dreams
I awoke the next morning more dragging and not quite able to get moving, I did however find I could not recall any images from my subconscience .
I took a mug and filled it with coffee from my dad’s pot, and slipped out the door, late hoping my mom wouldn’t notice. I walked to school quickly when I realized I hadn’t finished my homework. I opened my locker to put the mug I was still holding in there, but just as I finished unlocking it, I was slammed into the door, shutting it, and dropped my mug. It shattered in every direction. I turned ready to yell, but before I could get a word out my attacker was spewing an apology.
“I am so sorry… we were messing around and, I am sorry. Let me get this for you…” He trailed off as he bent down picking up the remains of my mug, I was glad I had drained most of the brown liquid so it couldn’t splash up and stain my clothes.
“It’s alright, I’ll get it…” I muttered, with no intention of picking up something that obviously was not my fault.
“I got it. Sorry again. Hey I’ve seen you around, but I have never had the chance to introduce myself. I am Tod, and you are?”
“Cici.” I couldn’t help but grin, and I felt the blood flood my cheeks. “I just moved here a couple months ago. Nice to meet ya, I’ll see you around.” I turned back toward my locker hoping the conversation was done, just because I didn’t know what else to say. After a moment I decided I could justify a peek, he was walking away, but it must have been slowly because he hadn’t gotten very far.
I found myself daydreaming about him the rest of the day. He had a letter jacket on, and I pictured him one of the star football players, just the way he strutted away, and sounded so certain of himself. His hair had been a wavy dark blond, his broad shoulders filling out his jacket, and I had to look up to see his eyes. I continued to think of him through lunch, when Isaw him with some blond girl, they were holding hands. I pushed him out of my thoughts and refocused my attentions on schoolwork.
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