Dreams

He's coming, chasing me. I turn to look at him, he’s gone. Just like that, I can’t find him; I don’t know where he went.
I run. That’s your first instinct. To run until you can’t feel your legs or you can’t breathe. Something's not right. I run for what seems like hours my muscles are sore, my mind is racing, my legs are slowing, and I can’t breathe, I have to keep going he’ll catch me I know he will.
When someone tells you something you can’t understand. Something you don’t want to understand. Something impossible. You run but in reality how long can you run when you can’t see what you’re running from. O where you’re running too? What’s the future if you run? But if you stay will there be a future? How did I get here? How could I trust him? I run blindly from the force that holds me. He has me; I try to run from him, I’m out of his grip, the doors move I can’t get out the world is spinning.
I fall.
He grabs me.
The world falls black.
My grandmother used to tell me dreams were passage ways, fallow one to your deepest desires. That a single dream can tell you your future and your life. Or in this case, your death; or perhaps someone else’s death.
This woman, her face is nothing to me, her beautiful brown hair and dark green eyes have no effect on me. It’s almost like I don’t care if she lives or she dies; but she dies they never live. I wonder who this woman is, why is she important, who killed her, why am I seeing this, and most importantly how can I stop this?
I shake my head, what am I thinking. She’s not real. That’s all there is to it, it’s a nightmare. One I’ve been having a lot lately but still it’s just a dream. Dreams are just looks into your soul. So mine is a little darker than most people it’s still just a dream.
I mean everyone dreams of people dying. Right?
Bells go off and I nearly fall out of bed hitting the snooze on my alarm knowing I won’t be going back to bed. I sigh as I roll out of bed and glare out my window another day, another day not to change to do the same thing for the hundredth time, when every night my world is tipped upside down I’m expected to go on day after day doing nothing, sitting in Geo2 with Mr. Harlan like I give a crap.
As I pull myself into the shower I notice the silence, it’s never this quite. Wheres the pots and pans banging as the Gardens make breakfast together, or my ‘dad’ singing some stupid show tune. Something’s wrong.
I push the thoughts out of my mind and try to focus on the Bio test I have today and try to forget my nightmare. It’s just a dream; I’m fine everyone is fine. I put too much into this. So I have a couple bad dreams, that don’t make me crazy. Does it?
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I walk downstairs ready to move on with my day, grab a cup of coffee and head for the door when I notice something odd, the news is on. The guardians never watch the news, too much violence and sadness according to ‘mom’. Besides no one was home, the volume turn to zero impossible to hear. Maybe I’m being paranoid but something’s off and not just the TV, the whole house feels… I don’t know weird. Now I’m sounding crazy. I reach for the remote turning up to volume.
"New this morning, the 5th girl in a string of murders that is shocking the Derry area Sierra Zock high school dropout was found brutally murdered last night...." I turn nearly spilling my morning coffee trying to hear more but all I can see is that face. The girl with the black hair and the green eyes. How can this be? How is this possible?
That’s her. The girl from my dream, she’s real… she’s dead. I sit there taking deep breaths, trying not to panic. I almost whish the guardians were here. I jumped from my skin when the table started vibrating. As I try to catch my breath I looked down at my phone cautiously like it’s a cobra in the desert trying to see through the fog that has become my brain.
'I know where you are Demetria. I know your there. I will find you my daughter. I will kill you.'
I stare at the words for a minute when the bus honks. It’s impossible, my father’s dead, I verified the body this must be some sick joke. Then again I’m not Demetria. Who is Demetria, and what does it have to do with me? Why for some reason does it seem… know it’s obvious… I am being hunted.
I walk out the door nearly missing my bus as I take my normal seat with Val I can’t help thinking, what if it’s me killing these women?
“Hello earth to Primilla, HELLO!” Val yells at me from her spot next to me and I stop my thoughts from heading and more depressing then they already are.
“Hey sorry, odd morning. What’s up?” She smiles like nothing’s wrong like there isn’t a string of murders going on around town. As she rambles on I find myself wondering if were really friends or if its an all and act. If any of this is real. How can my life suck this much?
“If you’re not going to listen to me Prim I’m just not going to talk. And you can’t hear any of the gooey secrets in my brain” Val looked positively pissed off, but what was I to do.
“I’m sorry you know I love you, it’s just I don’t have my head on straight.” She sighs and try’s telling me her story again. But I still don’t catch it I hope she doesn’t notice but I guess it doesn’t matter too much. Just as she was about you ask me if I was listing again Nick walked over and I ran into the sea of students trying not to get noticed or run over by the student population.
I sit through class after class trying not to think about it. Somehow whenever I would let my mind drift it would be the first thought in my head. I couldn’t think about anything straight. It was going to be a long day with the never ending battle in my head.