Kiss Me

Chapter 16

"Seqouia!!! Sequoia!!! You're okay! You're okay!!! It's just a dream!!"

I woke up screaming and thrashing in my bed while my parents were trying to calm me down. When i finally realized that it was just a nightmare, i laid back down in bed and stared up at the ceiling. "Are you gonna be okay?" Signed my mom. She was deaf, and so was the rest of my family except for me and my dad. "Yeah" i replied. My mom gave me a hug and a kiss on the forehead before she left and closed my bedroom door.

What am i going to do? I've been having these nightmares for a whole month! It's been a month since that day in the school. All of my friends died, but no one else did. Everyone kept saying that i was lucky to be alive, but i hated it when they said that. I would rather be dead than to have all of my friends killed and gone forever.

Everywhere i looked, all i saw was pity in people's eyes. I hated it. If only they would just stop and move on without giving me a second look. I used to hate that, but now i welcome it. I couldn't stand the loneliness and the silence. I would sometimes have these moments in class where i would zone out and hear nothing but silence, the shot of the gun, and the thud of the bodies. Then the screaming would start. And i would come back to the present where i would be on the floor screaming and being held down by the teachers.

But the thing is; i am most frightened by how i keep seeing Mark and Aaron. They are everywhere. In faces, TVs, hallways, classrooms, alleys, even in my bedroom. They follow me everywhere. They sometimes even say my name as if needing to whisper a secret in my ear.

I wish that they would just go away and leave me alone.

Diary entry 50, 3/23/15

I had another dream. Except, it was only Aaron in it. There was no danger, no school, no masked guys. Just...Aaron and i. Here is how it went;

I was in a bedroom. But it wasn't mine. As i was looking around me, i saw Aaron. He  was just standing there, staring blankly at me. Then i heard footsteps coming up the stairs leading to my bedroom. How did i know that there were stairs? And why did i think that it was MY bedroom? I thought quizzically. I thought it was the 4 guys coming to kill me again, but the footsteps were heavier and sounded like steel-toed boots.

Oh no! He's coming! I-i have to..CREEEEEEAAAAAKKKKK. The door opened slowly, revealing a short, burly man. He had a short beard, a beer gut and mean looking eyes. He was wearing a beer stained taintop with khaki shorts and steel-toed boots. Oh no. I'm gonna be in trouble! I thought hopelessly, eventhough i had no idea whose thoughts those were and what was going on.

"Hello son." The strange man said, looking straight at me with red eyes. He was drunk. "Hi dad." I said innocently. How did i just say that?!? I wondered. "Why aren't you cleaning up your sister's mess?" He asked threateningly. What? What mess? She's asleep! "Uhhh, i-i didn't know that she made a mess." I stuttered. "WELL, GO CLEAN IT UP!!!" My father screamed. I quickly walked past him and immediately felt a sharp pain in my side. "Ha! You dumb, worthless peice of shit! I can't beleive you actually fell for that! You're so stupid!!!"

I turned around and went back into my room, when i was shoved into the wall next to my bed. "Now listen you little shit, you've been bad, and arrived home late. For your consequence, you will not get any dinner and is to do your homework and go straight to bed. YOU HEAR?!?!" He snarled. "Y-yes father" I squeaked. Then he hit me. hard. In the gut and shoved me onto my bed. Finally, he left and slammed my door shut.

I felt pain in my side and gut where he shoved the doorknob in my side, and punched me in the abdomen. There was gonna be bruises. I guess I'm gonna have to change in the locker room bathrooms tomorrow for P.E. I then shuffled over to my desk and started doing my homework.

Later that night, i had finally finished my homework and plugged in my phone charger, finally ending in laying down on my bed and plugging in my headphones, listening to music, as i slowly drifted off to sleep.

I had woken up after that. Aaron was in my room when i awoke. But as i sat there, going over my dream, i realized that it wasnt my memory or thoughts that were in my dream. They were Aaron's

-Seqouia