Dreamers Will Dream

An ear-splitting explosion shook the debris-littered ground. Sirens and car horns were blaring. I saw myself, clutching my ears on a hill. My dress was dirty and stained with blood. I saw terrified people, running back and forth between the wrecked cars, looking for anything to give them hope. Just as an ambulance came bouncing up the road, the scene wavered and rippled like water. A vast expanse of white replaced the terror of the previous scene. I saw nothing but white, and felt nothing but emptiness. Suddenly I heard a strange sound rise from among the silence. It was like wind whooshing through trees, but it had a musical quality to it. I began to hear the sound form words, then it all stopped.

I woke up, still in the hospital room. It was dark in the room, except for the night light-like monitors. I rolled over and leaned to see the clock. It was 11:34. There were new tubes sticking out of my arms. I guess they were helping, because the pain in my chest was less noticeable. My throat was still sore, and I had a throbbing headache.

Looking around, I saw a brown, familiar jacket on the chair. That's strange, I thought. Jeremy left a few hours ago. I also saw a blanket by the chair that had been thrown hastily aside. There was a book, face down on the table. I looked closely at the cover of the book. It was  Moby Dick, Jeremy's favorite book. He loved the sea...Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me, or maybe I was still dreaming. Exhaustedly, I buried my head in my pillow and tried to fall asleep again.

My attempt at sleep was soon interrupted by someone opening the heavy wooden door. I sat up in my bed and squinted in the darkness, trying to see who it was. My eyes weren't playing tricks on me, I guess. Jeremy sat down in his chair and picked up Moby Dick, then noticed that I was awake.

     "Jess, I thought I told you to get some rest.", Jeremy said, putting his book back down.

     "I did. But I had a nightmare. I think it was about the accident. Can you tell me what happened?"

Jeremy sighed and looked down at his hands. After pretending to pick at his fingernails for a few moments, he looked up at me.

     "No, sis." he said, his voice cold and unfamiliar. "I can't do that."

I returned his sad stare, then faltered and looked away."Why not?!" I said, sounding more rude than I had planned.

     "Because.....you don't need to know."

The humming of various machines suddenly seemed loud enough to break the sound barrier. We didn't speak for at least ten minutes. I hated it. Jeremy and I were never like this. We could always manage to at least make casual small talk, even when we were mad at each other. Jeremy finally picked up his book again and repositioned himself in his chair. I interpreted this as a signal for me to give up on trying to get him to talk. I pulled up the covers, and this time my mind wandered to the "accident" and why Jeremy was acting like this. Maybe it would all work itself out by morning. I didn't believe that at all, but I forced myself to only think good thoughts until I fell back asleep.

Reviews

[eighwoeifj]

I hope the story isn't a prediction of something happening to me. Haha, I'm kidding. I like the story(:

[February Kapusniak]

Wow I can't stop reading I love it it's so mystirios and discribtive

[Coyote Poetry]

Again great detail. You brought out some of the injuries and pain with your description. A very good second chapter.
Coyote

[Middling]

still a mysterios sense in it here...

[Samantha Young]

I really want to know why Jeremy's acting like that. Why wouldn't he tell her about the accident. Can't wait to read more!

[Abbottsgirl]

I'm hooked. Can't wait to read more:)

[Alex Thomas]

The description of the accident at the beginning is phenomenal. I feel like I am right in the 'accident'. The mystery of Jeremy's behavior really has me hooked. When two sentences are about the same character, you keep them in the same paragraph. "I returned his sad stare, then faltered and looked away" can be the start of the paragraph. ""Why not?!" I said, sounding more rude than I had planned." can finish it. It doesn't need to be separate.