Chapter 12
Kirsten's P.O.V.
I jolted up out of my bed sweating and with my covers in disarray. I was having a nightmare. A terrible nightmare. I had the same exact dream when I was in first grade. I was clawing my nails to the side of my mattress, my heart beating out of my chest. The dream was about my dad. Quite odd dream, actually.
It was where my parents were in an arguement. They were yelling screaming, I was sitting in a corner, solemnly watching. It's crazy, how in dreams, you can actually, feel things, if that makes sense. But anyways, he was driving me to my day care center. My mom was in the car, when all of a sudden, we got in a car crash. It went completely black, but I could hear everything. That was the frightening part. I heard my mom scream, and it's like I felt her pick me up in her arms and carry me. I also heard my dad yell and it was an agonizing yell at that, which scared me. Then, I opened my eyes, and my mom was leaning over my dad's body. I bent over too, somehow the glass had gotten inside of his body and was killing him. I watched him bleed, and my mom was praying to God. I didn't know what to do. My father has holding my hand, and then, he gave a final scream, thats when I started praying and everything faded to white. Not like black, like white, as if I was looking up at the sun. I remember that exact night, I ran into my parent's room, and dad stayed in my room all night in the rocking chair, even though he had guard the next day.
It's okay. He told me. I'm here, I will never leave you, ever. I will always be here. He rubbed my back and quieted my sobbing. Daddy's superman, remember? Nothing bad can happen to daddy. I used to think my dad was a hero because of what he did.
I rolled into fetal position and my breathing came out in stutters. I have tried to remove that dream from my mind for ever. That dream haunted me for ages. I was so paranoid something would happen to my father, I couldn't stand it. Then, when it did happen...
"Mom?" I yelled, scramming into the hallway. "Mom?"
"Yes, honey?" She came to the doorway and she let out a yawn. She must have read my face or something. "What's the matter?" She took me by the shoulders. I haven't gone to her for a nightmare in ages. Mostly because I don't get them anymore.
"I, I had a nightmare," I stated to her.
"Oh, honey." She told me. "Aren't you a little old for nightmares?" She said with a smile. "Want to talk about it? Over some milk?"
"It was about dad." I said, meeting her eyes. Her face softened.
"How about you sleep in my bed tonight."
I only nodded, and felt a tear roll down my cheek as I passed a picture frame of my father.
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"Come on, time to get up, sweetie pie." My mom said, ripping she sheets off of me so my body was now vulnerable to the air. I scrambled and shoved my face into her pillow, which made her laugh. "Eggs are downstairs." She said, slipping on her slippers and heading to the bathroom. I reached for my phone-wait. My phone. Where was it?
I trailed to my bed room, ripping up every article of clothing, dumping my backpack, looking in my nightstand, tearing my room apart. I need my phone. Just then, mom trotted up the stairs and handed me the home phone. "It's Zoe," she told me. I picked up the phone as she walked out, and she spoke.
"I have your phone. Open the door." I set the phone back on the cradle and trampled down the stairs to open the door. "You at least gonna say hello?" Zoe was dressed nice today, wearing a fedora-styled hat, thick winged liner, a sheer black collared shirt with snakeskin pants and boots that fit her just right.
