Heart

8 | Nightmares

I wake up panting and sweating. I can't take this anymore, it's so dreadful. The nightmare's I have feel so real.

No, it is real and I can't do nothing about it, what's done is done.

I look out a window to my right, it was dark out, the illuminating moon was bright and could be probably seen throughout the town.

I look around my surroundings.

I had fallen asleep on the couch.

I'm glad this is a big couch or my back and neck would be aching

Wanting to forget the nightmares that always plague me, I decide on taking a shower so the sweat and fear washes away.

I get up, exit the living room, I walk towards the stairs then I go up them and walk down a corridor to my room

I go to my closet, I pick out pajamas to wear after my shower which consist a black sweatshirt and matching sweatpants.

After I exit my room, I go out into the hall. I stop at my parents room, I stand there just...standing at the door not ready to go in.

Taking a shower in their bathroom I thought would make me feel better make me feel close to them but now standing in front of the door it makes me dread the idea.

I thought I was ready but I guess I'm not.

I shake my head in the dark and turn away and walk back to my room then into my personal bathroom.

Once I'm done with my shower I dry off and put my pajamas on. Heading to bed, I look at the time to see I have four hours before I will have to wake up to get ready for school and I'll take it.

I get under the covers, stretch out and yawn.

I fall asleep in seconds.

***

I wake up, two hours later to the sound of my phone ringing. I sit up with my back against the headboard.

I pick up my phone and look at the callers Id and I take a deep breath before I answer.

"Hello Aunt, it's so nice of you to call" I greet her, a bit of annoyance lacing my voice.

"No need to give me that tone" she snaps "and I've told you before, never call me aunt it makes me feel old."

I roll my eyes knowing she can't see me. She was my mother's adopted sister and my guardian, she was a very attractive brunette and when a guy is in her sight she will flirt them to death. Mother once told me my aunt was jealous of us, of our beauty and money, that she was very vain and to never trust her.

Even then I could tell there was a underline meaning to what she said but I could never guess what.

"Lynda, why are you calling so early" I ask a bit impatiently, the last time we talked she was on a cruise but that was two weeks ago, knowing my aunt she could be anywhere in the world by now

"I was just calling to tell you I will be in town next week" she says absentmindedly, already bored with our conversation

"Oh, well you know where the extra key for the house us" I mentally note that I should put the extra key back under the flower plot