The Last Three

91 days (Nightmares and Friends)

In my dream I am standing on a bridge. I looked down at the cold icy water and imagined that it was the endless black hole of a grave. I gulped, nothing put fear into my soul as much at the waters did. I can hear the sound of my sobs. I took a deep breath and looked towards the horizon at the large red moon. I gasp as i begin to fall. I fall for what seems like an age. I remain straight and rigid, staring at the moon, I hear the water inches below me

I wake with a yelp and clasp my hands around my mouth to stifle the scream that rested in the back of my throat. I took a few sharp breath to calm myself down before I let my hands drop and my head hit the pillow again. I thought over the dream. I had that dream nearly every night and every time it was different in some way. If it was the clothes had changed or it was a different time of day, I always thought that the changes meant something. I didn't tell anyone about the dream, who would care? 

I sat up again, knowing that I would get no more sleep. I looked around the room. It was still quite dark but I could make out the most things in the room. The once sky blue walls were now dirty just like the rest of the house. The room was pretty empty besides the bed, a desk with a lamp on it and an old wardrobe with graffiti on it. I pushed myself out of bed and walked over to my school bag, taking out my book on Edgar Allan Poe.

I smile at the irony of reading horror stories to calm down from a nightmare. I sit down and read until the sun's light breaks through my curtains. I cracked my neck and head down stairs, not bothering to get changed out of the clothes that I had fallen asleep in. Alice and Sarah were already up and eating their breakfast when I walked into the kitchen. I nodded to them and hoped that Sarah wouldn’t try and start a conversation.

"How you feeling Kev?" she ends up saying just as I finished pouring a bowl of cereal. 

"I'm fine"

"Fine? Have you been...writing?" she asks. I look down at my feet not wanting to look her in the eye. I shake my head but even I can see how obvious the lie was. Sarah stands up and near leaped at me. I tried, in vain, to get out of reach of her arms. Her hands wrapped around my arm and pushed up my sleeve, exposing twenty thing white scars and the six fresh, red scars from last night. I look at Sarah closely. 

Her face doesn't change, she isn't socked to find the scars. Her face seems to harden as she counts the cuts. I could see my mother behind the her pale skins and hay blonde hair. She drops my arm and puts her hands on her hips. 

"Jesus Kev!"

"It's fine" I try to leave the room but Sarah locks her hands around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her. 

"It's not fine! You need to tell someone about this" I looked into her eyes, bad idea. Sarah had this talent of being able to convince people just with her eyes. 

"I told you"

"I forced it out of you! You have to tell Mam" I can only shake my head. Mother would freak out, she couldn't afford to do that right now.

"No! I don't want her to worry. I'll be fine Sarah trust me" I could see Sarah biting the inside of her mouth, a nervous habit of hers. 

"You tell Mam tonight or else I'll tell her." Her sea blue eyes turned to ice as they stared at me. I scowled, knowing that there was no way out of it. My mind raced for options but came up empty. I sighed once more before nodding my head. The smallest hint of a smile appeared on Sarah's face. The rest of the morning was pretty quiet. Father didn't get up until twelve on a good day and Mother had the day off so she had decided to stay in bed. 

Little conversation happened and the whole room had that awkward feeling surrounding it. After a couple of hours I got up and left, grabbing my school bag on the way out. 

I knew that I still smelt of sweat but I didn't care. Who was going to be close enough to me to know? Besides Derek of course. 

I wait at the bus stop, the warm spring air bringing me some peace of mind. I drifted off thinking about my happy place and soon found myself with one of my rare smiles on. The smile wasn't large and it didn't last long. It disappeared as the school bus drove up. I got on slowly, giving the driver a quick nod. I turned around to see a maths book flying through the air. I wondered who had thrown it and then it hit me. I fell to the cold metal ground with a thud. My head rang and I found it hard to focus on what was going on. I could hear footsteps coming towards me but I didn't dare look up in case it was...

"Hey buddy" Derek said picking up the maths book. "I'm sorry me and my friends were playing and the book slipped I swear." For a second I thought that He was serious until I saw the driver on his feet and staring at the two of us.  I push myself up and look for a spare seat. I could hear Derek and his pack of baboons sniggering as I walked. 

"Sit here!" said a guy near the back of the bus. I hesitate, unsure whether it was just another one of Derek's cruel plans. Even sitting down I could tell that the boy was tall. He had curly black hair and tanned skin. He wore a red hoodie and brown chinos. He didn't look like the type of person who would hang around with the likes of Derek. I grunted to myself and sat down. The boy looked me up and down as if seeing if there was anything wrong with me, almost reminding me of Sarah that morning. 

"I'm David, you're Kevin right? Derek's whipping boy?" The boy asked stretching out his hand for me to shake it. Is that what the others saw me as? A whipping boy? I nod and shake his hand.

"Not very talkative are you? Well look I just wanted to say that I feel bad for you. You don't seem to have many or any friends in the school so...I would like to invite you to hang around with me and my other friends...if you wanted to." I sat there looking a little shocked. After all these years I might actually have a friend or at least a chance of getting one. I smiled and chuckled lightly 

"That was easy" I thought to myself.

"Sure I'd love to." I say to David. His face break open into a smile showing dazzling white teeth.

"Oh goodie new friends. Do you smell sweat?" I laugh as he sniffs the air. My rare smile coming back to me.

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