Transitions of a lost soul

(Chapter 17: Unwanted visions)

I came back home around 5 after spending most of the day with my friends. I felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders and I was able to have a completely cleared mind after speaking to them. I prepared some food for me and for Brandon for when he comes here from work. I took my shower after I was finished with dinner, threw some comfortable sweats and threw my hair up in a ponytail. I decided to go on my laptop and played solitaire as I waited for Chris to come home. 7:30 comes around and the bell rings. I open the door and embrace Chris, giving him a million kisses before he even comes inside.

"Someone had a good day, I'm guessing they came like I said they would've." Chris carries me back inside, laughing as I hang onto him like a monkey on a tree. "Yes, thank you for calming my nerves down thinking they wouldn't." "They're your friends Jar, like I said they wouldn't go too long not speaking to you." I dropped myself down from him and plopped on the couch. "Yeah it was definitely needed. We caught on so much shit that we missed out on each other's lives. I'm just happy to have them around again." "Well did you guys have the conversation about Brandon?" Chris asked me. "No, Liza said it's best we sweep it under the rug if we can. It was so traumatizing that speaking on it sucks the energy out of the room." I explained. Just mentioning his name made my body shudder..I'm still recovering from it but I hope the memory doesn't rear its ugly head into my brain again.

"I don't wanna make the conversation uncomfortable then. Lemme go ahead and clean this dirt off me. Save me a seat on the couch Jar." Chris kisses me and heads toward the bathroom, I go and get our plates ready to eat. After we ate and spent at least 3 hours watching comedy stand ups, we decided to go to bed since we both had to work. I finally was able to be called back into my job working as a cashier at Spencer's, they knew about my situation with Brandon and decided to let me have a break to get my mind back together for awhile. My night was going fine and I was sleeping well...until 3 AM. I was dreaming and I saw a black silhouette walking towards me in the dream. His voice sounded all too familiar to me, I felt chills down my spine.

When the figure came up he had blood coming out the middle of his head, it was Brandon. His eyes were wide open and he didn't blink once looking at me. He grabbed me and kept repeating "HE KILLED ME HE KILLED ME HE FUCKING KILLED ME!!" his body then went limp and fell on top of me, the bullet falling out the hole in his head and landing on mine. I popped out of my sleep screaming to the top of my lungs...my heart felt like it was gonna jump out my chest. Chris grabbed me and shook me awake.

"JARLENE! WAKE UP WAKE UP!!" I woke up to Chris screaming my name and burst into tears. "Brandon was in my dream, he kept saying he killed me he killed me then died on me. WHAT THE FUCK!!" I looked at Chris, he looked at me with an ice cold stare. He then got up and left the room. That was very odd of him to do but I couldn't think much of it. I just wanna figure out what he meant by that. How would he know who killed him? Did he see them before he dropped to the ground that night? My mind clouded with confusion as I tried to force myself back to sleep...that's if I can anyway.