Lying is my game

Chapter 12 Confusion and Delusion

I can see the light from the sun through my window. My bed was shaking, and I thought it was an earth quake. It was Stacie.....I started screaming "go away go away!" She seemed very confused.

"Jenna, what's your problem? It's 3:00 in the afternoon. You have been asleep for a week! Everyone thought you were in a coma." Said stacie. "Oh...sorry...I..." I couldn't get any words out of my mouth. I was so star struck. That would mean that all of that was a dream is she was alive! No that's not possible. It couldn't have been a dream.

It was to real to be a dream. I was sore. How could I be sore if all I did was sleep? the questions were just racing through my mind. I looked like a ghost that has just risen from the dead. I was very pale.

I got up to go and eat. My mom was cooking me some eggs and pancakes. But it didn't seem right. Either way, I was famished. I looked like I lost a good 10 pounds.

After I ate I felt much better. But I was still so curious. Maybe I was just in a state of denial. Maybe I just didn't want to admit that I had gone through that. I didn't know what to do.

Even after the dream, Stacie looked evil. Her eyes weren't the beautiful green they were before. They still had some hatred in them. Like she was holding a grudge against them.

I know this was a weird question to ask but I had to ask her:

"So how is your dad?"

"Actually, he died and no one knows why. The doctors say it was from something he ate. Like a really bad food poisoning type deal. But I don't believe them. The doctors also said there was a 'mysterious hole' in his back with no blood or anything around it. Just a hole. But, I don't really care. We have been getting into fights lately. It's not like he really loved me anyways."

She may be a good actor but I can tell when she is lying. She loves her dad and she couldn't deny it.

My face went whiter. I thought I might faint and never hit the ground. This was only when I looked at her arm. It was gone....and replaced by a fake one.

"Stacie, what happened? Why didn't you tell me?"

" I didn't want you to have anything else to worry about. You look scared enough as it is. I didn't think I should give you anything else to have one your mind." Stacie looked as if she committed some kind of crime.

For some reason I felt as if this was all my fault. "What happened?"

"Well," she said depressingly, "It was about 4 in the morning. Obviously I was asleep. Then, I heard these footsteps coming down the hall towards my bedroom. I was to tired to care about what it was. So once it stopped, I went back to sleep. Then I woke up about 30 minutes later, with a sharp pain in my left shoulder. My bed was warm and wet by it. I looked over and I started crying and flipping out because I didn't have my arm anymore!" I guess my dad was out at the bar late because when I went into my moms room he wasn't there."

I sat there thinking. Her mom died....in my "dream" Stacie killed her. My mom died in the dream too. But she was downstairs cooking BREAKFAST?!? Everything was a complete blur.

After a few hours she had to go home "Jenna will you please walk me home?"

"Sure, but I can't stay over there."

Well since we are girls, you can guess how well that went.

I ended up staying over there for a few hours. It was pretty late and that's when my mom called for me to come back over.

"Stacie can you walk me back home? Please?" I said with my adorable puppy dog face. "No I told you this before, I'll get grounded!"

"Fine" I said with disappointment.

It was so dark outside. I was getting frightened. I was just walking home, and heard footsteps behind me. You know, the kind that are soft, but soft enough to where you can still hear them.

I turned around, and (obviously) no one was there.

Like any other person, I kept walking. Which is stupid.

Then I hear this big SPLAT! Not like the fake movie falls but a hard fall. It must have hurt. I started to jog more than walk because I started becoming more terrified the more I thought about it. Then, I tripped....not over my feet, but over something.

I saw a hand sticking out from the bushes. I looked for a body and sure enough that's what I found. I looked for the face...it was Stacie!

It was the same thing that happened in my dream! The police officer was in the same place, my feeling were the same, everything was the exact same.

I don't think this was a dream...I think this was a vision...

She told me she was getting into fights with her dad. I shouldn't have let her go back over there. Maybe her dad cut her arm off. She said he died from eating something bad....in my vision, he died from getting shot. Maybe that was the hole.

Okay maybe I can fix this. Right? Maybe if she doesn't go over to her house this will never happen. In my vision, she said she wasn't supposed to die like this.

I am going to fix this. Nothing will stop me this time.

~authors note~

This obviously is not the end. I'm writing more and I don't know how much. Thank you so much to all my loyal readers! I love u!