Dreams

Dreams

        There are times when she wants to let go. There is no more reason to live when all you live with is pain. Consumed with sadness, anger...
        She doesn't understand...why can't people see through the fake her? Why can they not see through the smiling mask?
They can't... They will never know how many tears she has shed, they will never know the feeling of being truly alone...
Why is she alive? She knows the cruel truth of so many things...of being betrayed.. and also the feeling she knows as hatred. When has she truly ever been happy? When was the last time she smiled, and actually meant it? When was the last time her heart was touched with warmth and love? For now, her heart is cold and empty, save for a tiny crack of hope. Everything that should have been there-trust, love, happiness-it is all gone, frozen and broken off, bit by bit until there was nothing left except the emptiness. She lives in this world like an empty shell, not feeling anything anymore.

        She thinks of all this now with her eyes closed, sadness touching her cheeks with a river of tears running silently down her face. She feels the coldness seeping throughout her body, slowly consuming her in an icy embrace. She opens her eyes. She stares up vacantly at him, trembling. She reaches out and barely brushes her icy fingertips against his warm face. He looks down at her, understanding. He is the only one who is able to get through to her, the only one who understands. She whimpers softly. He leans over and draws her close, hugging her tightly. She looks up at him again, and begins humming. He closes his eyes, listening to the lullaby, familiar yet beautiful and haunting. She stops, and he opens his eyes. She reaches out once more, and again, he understands as he takes her hand. They then begin to sing the strange lullaby, in some other strange language. Their voices are so eerily beautiful, intertwining in perfect harmony.
        Abruptly they stop. I catch my breath, wanting them to go on singing. Suddenly a look of pain and anguish flashes through their eyes, something that I am suddenly feeling as well. They turn, as if they know that I am there. They seem to see through me and I stare at them, crying out silently for them to tell me what is wrong, but they don't. Their beautiful faces look shocked and frightened, seeing something that is behind me. I, too, turn, wanting to know why they are afraid. I then realize why they are so frightened. I can't look away, no matter how much I want to. The girl cries out and I whirl around to see what is wrong. I watch as the boy and the girl begin to run. I run after them, calling out, but they don't seem to listen. The boy looks back once, his dark eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment. Then he looks forward again. They keep running, so graceful and fast, that no matter how much I run, I can't catch up. It is getting darker, until I can no longer see them.

        And then, I am falling.
***
I woke up suddenly, sweating. I was confused and didn't know where I was. Then I remembered. I was visiting my mother. I groaned and looked over at my alarm clock sitting on the bedside. The dim red numbers said that it was 3:15 in the morning. I sighed, my mind wandering back to the dream I had awoken from. I really didn't want to think right now; I wanted to enjoy the rest of the night sleeping. I rolled over onto my side, trying to fall back asleep.
        It didn't work. I was too awake so that sleep could no longer pull me under easily. What had the dream been about? For some reason, it had made me feel...anxious. But it was just a dream. I sighed. I didn't need to dwell on a silly dream. I had other things to think about, like why I came to live with my mom for a while. I had thought it might be a good idea to be away from Dad and Angie, his fianc�e. I've never really liked living with Dad, but I could never tell him that because I think it would hurt his feelings. But now that I'm here with my mom, I'm glad, although I'm a bit nervous about starting school here. I started to think about how the kids will be like here when I got sleepy and fell back into a dreamless sleep.

        �Violet! Get up!� I heard my mom shout from downstairs. I was already up, sitting on my already made bed. "I'm up!" I shouted back. I could hear her in the kitchen so I closed my eyes and concentrated. I saw her and I could see that she was preparing toast. She was wearing a tan business suit with her hair piled on top of her head. I opened my eyes and sighed. I can see things sometimes, but usually I just sense things. I can heal, as well. I guess you could say I'm 'gifted'. And, I am not normal, like other people. I never have been, but no one has ever noticed, at least, not really. My parents did sense that I was somehow different from other children. Therefore, they were never really affectionate with me and we never grew close, either. There were only a couple of people that I knew of that were like me, except with different 'gifts', but I never hung out with them because they always seemed to hate me. Sometimes normal kids are wary of me so I'm usually a loner. I sighed and stood up. I walked to my dresser and picked up a brush and tugged it once through my long, dark hair. I barely glanced in the mirror as I pulled my hair back into a ponytail. I set the brush back down and walked over to my bed. After I slipped my thin gloves on, I picked my bag off the floor and headed towards the door, glancing once around my room. It was fairly clean, but my mom was still going to make me clean it later.
        I trudged down the stairs to see my mom waiting at the bottom.
        �That was fast, Violet,� Mom said.
        �Good morning to you, too,� I replied. Mom looked at me, confused.
        �What's wrong, honey?� she asked.
        �Nothing, Mom,� I answered, flashing a brief grin. Just like her, I thought to myself.
        �Let�s go eat breakfast,� Mom chirped, relieved.
        �Sure,� I said. I barely touched my food, though. Instead, I thought of how the day would be. I got up. �Well, I�m leaving now. I�ll see you later, Mom.�
        �Okay, but drive safely and responsibly!� she warned.
        �You got it.� I assured her. I started walking and paused, checking to make sure that I had my keys. I did, and I began walking again.

        I unlocked my car, a sleek, black Cadillac with gleaming, silver rims, and slid into the comfortable seat. I put my bag in the passenger seat, closed the door, and started the engine. I backed out of the driveway swiftly, without even bothering to check the road. I sped down the road, making a stop light and cutting another car off. I made it to the school and deliberately parked as far away from the school as I could. I ended up parking next to a shiny, black car that looked similar to mine. I grabbed my bag and stepped out. I made my way to the front of the school when I saw them. A million things rushed through my head but I ignored them and kept walking.
        It was the boy and girl from my dream. Mercedes and Jameson, those were the names that came to me. How I knew this, I didn�t really know. Only, there was another boy, and his name I didn't know at all. But he looked like the other two. I got to the doors and tried to open them, but they were stuck. I pulled harder and they finally opened. I glanced around and found the office. It was at the end of the hall, on the left hand side. I sighed. I didn�t want to walk all the way down there; I�d rather go at my natural pace. But I couldn�t so I walked at a regular pace. Which was fine, because then I could think about them: Mercedes, James, and the other one. They all looked similar; pale, and somehow, different. And they all looked familiar to me, even though I was sure I�d never met them. I stopped and opened the door. A motherly looking lady looked up.
        �Hello, may I help you with something?� she asked.
        �Um, yeah, I�m new here and I�ve come to pick up my schedule,� I answered, smiling. She smiled back.
        �All right then. What�s your last name?� she said from behind her computer.         �Porter,� I replied.
        �First?�
        �Violet.�
�That's a lovely name,� the lady remarked.
        �Thanks,� I said politely.         
        �Here you go, then. There�s a map with your schedule in case you get lost.�
        �Thank you. That�s very thoughtful of you.� I said.                 
        �You're welcome. Have a nice day!� she called out as I turned to leave.                 
        �You, too,� I replied, and stepped out of the office.
        I looked over my schedule. Math first, then Science, then History after that. Then it�s lunch, and after lunch I had French, followed by English, Music, and Dance.
        �Hello, are you new here?� a male voice asked. Well, this kid is nosy, I thought. But I faked a smile and looked up, only to see Jameson standing there with a pleasant smile on his face.
        �Hi. Yeah, I�m new here,� I told him.
        �I thought so,� he confided. �My name is Jameson, by the way,� he added, extending his hand towards me.
        �Violet,� I said politely, shaking his hand. It was kind of cold, yet firm.
        �Well, I should go find my classes. It was nice to meet you, Jameson,� I began.
        �Yes, it was very nice meeting you,� he interrupted. His eyes were suddenly intense.
        �See you around,� I finished, and turned without looking back.
        �Yes, you will. You�ll see me around often,� he sighed sadly. I thought that was kind of strange but somehow, I got the feeling that he was right.

Author's Note

I don't wish for there to be chapters, but for now, that's what it will be :/ lol

Reviews

[Elizabeth Thief]

It's cool and so mysterious. Love it!!!! lol