Nightmare Recurring

Chapter V: Resignation

She says she's going to keep it. She checked more than five times so I'm pretty sure she really is pregnant.. I mean c'mon, let's be realistic.

I reminded her who the father was and asked her if she really wanted to keep this baby. She said she doesn't care who the father is.. she feels that this is what she's waited for.

Like I've said before, we all go through bad things, and within them comes good things. In almost every story, the hero goes through something that makes them become that hero they've always been meant to be. A hero is someone who's gone through something and made it out alive. Someone who keeps going and never looks back. Someone who inspires others to be who they want to be and do what they want to do. No matter what.

If Sam really wants to keep this baby, who's to stop her? Her parents live in Texas. She lives here with her brother, Chase. He seems nice.. really friendly actually. Why can't I be that good at first impressions? Anyway.. I told her she didn't have to go through with the pregnancy, there was another way. We have to remember, this guy's a rapist. He raped her. Not only that, he also murdered someone. What if this baby becomes just like their dad? It makes me wonder.. where is their dad. Where's Scott?

Brooke wrote in her journal.

I talked to Sam about Scott. I told her I didn't want anything to do with him.. even though I think I'm falling for him. If possible, maybe even fallen already. I know it's really too soon to know, but it's never too soon to know there's something.

She told me he had nothing to do with it, and that it was only David. But we don't know.. they could have planned to drug both of us. Whatever the truth is, I don't think I want to know it. I thought we had something. But when you find out that something you thought could be everything, turns out to be nothing at all, you lose a part of yourself. I've just lost myself.

The results of these visions are agonizing. They're taking the best of me, the best I could be. I can't handle all this weight on my shoulders. I think the best thing for me to do is just to end it. Find a better way out... an easier way.

She finished writing.

The sun was setting. It was the day after Sam told them the news. It's been a long day. Brooke and Sam spent it at Brooke's apartment. They talked about the baby, and the father. Brooke tried her best to ignore the topic of her visions.. more so, her visions themselves.

Sam just went in the shower, she's spending the night. We talked about what she was going to do. Her future has now changed dramatically. This baby is her future. She told me her dreams. She wanted to become a singer, ever since she was a little girl. She's already in school for the basic classes she needs, but she says she doesn't think she'll be able to do that anymore now that she's going to raise a baby. I told her she could find some way to do both. You should never give up on your dreams, there's always a way to fight for anything you really want. As long as you work for it and never give up, nothing is impossible when you believe in yourself.

Brooke continued to write as she sat at the dining room table.

I told her about my dreams. Well, my goals, since those are the only dreams I have. I haven't really had any dreams, not since the visions. They say you always have dreams no matter if you remember them or not but I can honestly say I don't have them. Unless seeing yourself sitting in darkness counts as one. But at that stage, I don't think.. I just stare into space. No wondering, worrying.. no suffering. Just simply staring. It's a fast state, I barely remember it when I wake up. I guess it counts as a dream then.

It's weird how in dreams we see both perspectives. Both our own and how others see us. Like how I saw through the little girl's eyes at the hospital. I don't know what any of that meant. What were they trying to tell me? Why do I have see them? Do other people see these same visions? I can't even tell what time they've occurred or even if they've yet to happen... Were they all dead? Could I see dead people too?