The Dream

Chapter 25

Months passed, since that day. I am still healing, every day. I will never fully heal, I think. I suffer from PTSD that I know have from it. But now I see a reason to smile every day now, my phone rang, with a text message from Jackson. I picked it up and looked. A small smile came to my lips. After looking in the mirror in the bathroom I walked out turning off the lights as I went.

"That's him?" Jessica said, leaning against her bedroom door. Arms crossed over her chest. Left leg crossed over the right. Her hair was down, hearing a t-shirt and some sweatpants.

"Yes," I replied. Hearing dark blue skinny jeans. With a white blouse and knee-high boots, I walked down the stairs and got to the door when I heard Jessica call out "Tell him I said hi" I shake my head and open the door.

I walk out closing it as I leave, after getting down the stairs I see his car. I wave to him and close the distance to his car in a small run. He was sitting on the hood of his car. He stood up and walked to me. Wrapping his arms around me, I hugged him back. We stood there in each other's arms for a few minutes before I looked up at him and kissed him on the lips.

He walked around to the other side and opened the door for me, I got in nodding my head to him. I saw him walk around to the driver's seat and sat down.

He started the car and drove away from the apartment and on to the road.

We came to a stop at a restaurant and got out. I turned to open the door but he was already there opening it for me. He extends his hand for me to take. So I took it and walked out with him closing the door behind me.

We walked into the restaurant and got our table. We ordered our food and ate and talked for a while. The sun was setting by the time we left. He drove me home, we just sat in the car when we arrived at the apartment not wanting to say goodbye.

I open the door to the passenger side and walk out closing the door behind me. I wave him goodbye and stay there till he drives away. Once I see that the car round the corner and into the traffic I head up the three flights of stairs to the apartment. I grab my keys from the back right pocket and unlock the door. I walked in and all the lights were off. I grab my phone from my left back pocket and look at the time.

"11:10," I say as I pocket again, taking off my shoes I walk to the stairs around the couch. I trace my hands along the wall all the way up.

I reach the room, placing my hand on the cold handle. The door opens, I walk in and close it behind me. I turn on the light and grab clothes from the dresser and head to the bather. I take a shower and head back to the room. I walk over to the windows and close the curtains. I make my way to the bed at the center of the room. I move the sheets and climb in.

Once I sit down I look around the room not wanting to go to bed. I eventually lay down throwing the covers over me and place my head down. The sleep is welcoming.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, I drift into sleep.

I am in a room I don't recognize. I walk around looking for anything familiar but nothing. The floor was made of wood. The bed is king-size with black and white covers. The window was open allowing in the summer breeze. I walk around the bed but nothing. I head to the door only to see that there was blood on the handle and aligning the doorframe.

I open it, but instead of looking at a hallway, I am greeted by a black room. I look around, my heart racing, breath hitch in my throat. There in the center of the darkroom was a small light from the ceiling with a table. There on the table was a body, strapped to it unmoving. I move my mouth a scream forming but no sound.

I jerk up in bed, with sweat streaming down my face. I lift my hands to my face and place my face in my palms. I sit there for a few minutes unable to get the face out of my mind. My alarm goes off startling me. I jump a little and turn it off. It was only 7:00 in the morning. I get out of bed and get dressed for the day.