The song has ended, but the melody lingers on

Monday, June 2nd 9:35 am

You know those mornings you wake up from those nightmares of falling off the face of the earth, and waking up with expectations of laying flat on the floor? Yeah; that’s what happened to me this morning. I started to hesitate when I realized my blackberry alarm hasn’t gone off, and its half past nine.. I was fearing the fact I was going to miss my final reviews. I reached for my pointless phone and realized it died over night.. (I hate blackberries!) I then questioned the fact that my mom hasn’t woke me up. I plugged in my phone to its charger and raced down the stairs with my braced injured knee, that’s been dislocated for the fourth time in my life. My mom was in the kitchen making chocolate chip pancakes. I instantly knew something was up (my mom never cooks!) “Good morning Jules” My mom said without looking me in the eyes as she flipped a pancake

Jules?!.. My mom hasn’t called me Jules since I was eleven

“Why haven’t you woke me up” I proclaimed

“I thought it would be a good idea for you to stay home today, to relax and prepare for your English regent” my mom insisted

“Not such a brilliant idea mom, I have to go to school for my final review..” I said blasphemously

My mom looked agonized, and as if she’s hiding something. Besides for the fact she was cooking my favorite breakfast, and ignored my disrespect.. I could tell something wasn’t right.

Indeed I was correct. I have this amazing gift. I wouldn’t call its physic, but its more like; every dream I dream coincidentally relates to my upcoming week. Not just that, but I can also feel this vibe in people when their hiding something. I asked my therapist if I was losing my sanity, but he said it’s the sixth sense ESP. He said everyone has it, but not everyone knows how to use it. My friends still consider me a ‘demon’ though. (its funnier). Every time my prediction of a matter, or a coincidental phase happens, me and my friends would smirk “demons”.

When my phone turned back on, I read all the recent status’ on my Blackberry Messenger.

I nearly stopped breathing. I just got invited to my ex’s funeral. How is this even possible? I was arguing with him last night. I admitted my love to him just a couple of hours ago. There was these chills running through my body. Though his passing hasn’t even hit me yet. I was completely confused and opened my unread messages. One of them read that Ray Cruven has taken his own life. That’s when I started sniveling. My hands started to quiver, and became instantly weak. My phone dropped to the floor, yet I had no intention of picking it up. My body slowly lost temperature as I made my way toward my bed, and collapsed.

 

 

Nine months before