Dreams that hurt

Chapter one- The beginning

The room is dark, I cannot see a thing. Where am I? I think to myself. I then hear a noise it is like music to my ears I think it’s a bird, no a beautiful symphony but I soon realise that this was no beautiful music, it was there to torture me. I cannot figure out why someone would try to torture me with such lovely music but I soon realise that this song it not just an accidental song, it was the song played at my father’s funeral. My heart turns to stone then shivers like someone covered it with cold ice-cubes.

“Please STOP!!!” I yell at the top of my voice. I cannot breathe and I’m crying, crying with no reason to go on. The same question comes into my mind, Why me?

I wake up shaking. My hands and feet are as cold as ice, I am gasping for a breath. I run as fast as I can down my never ending hallway to my mother’s bedroom. She is there sleeping like a true queen, the purple coloured sheets are going up and down with the timing of her breath. She is alive.

I run up to her and wake her up just to make sure she is not gone. My mother jumps in the fright of me.

“Blair, what are you doing darling?”

Thoughts come into my mind should I tell her about the dream? What do I say? I go with my gut instincts.

“I just wanted to give you a big hug to reminding you how much I love you.”

“Ok sweetheart, I love you too. You go wake up your sister and I will get you two some breakfast.”

I do what my mum says but not very fast. I walk as slow as I can back down my never ending hallway and stop out the front of Zoe’s room. My mind is still racing and all that is on my mind is the dream I just had. I try not to think about it and walk into Zoe’s room. I almost forgot how amazingly pink her room is. Everything is pink, her walls are pink, her cupboards are pink and even her fluffy teddy bear is pink. Zoe is sleeping still, the light from her window shines on her making Zoe look like an angel. I walk quietly up to her bed, walking on my tippy-toes and wait for the right moment. I poke her.

“Zoe, wake up.” I say “Zoe. Zoe! Zoe! Zoe!” She jumps with fright and yells at me.

“What was that for?!”

“Mum is making us breakfast so no school.” This made the little 5 year old girl jump up and run as fast as her little legs could take her down the hallway to the kitchen.

When my dad died my mum started to work all the time so we had food on the table which meant she never got days off, so this was very special for us to have one morning and day with our mum.

My mind is buzzing and thoughts are going out and in my head. I try to push them away but I just can’t. Why would I ever dream such a horrible thing? Dad was not killed, was he? NO! God would never do that to us. Dad always took us to church but when he died mum refused on going because she said the church reminded her too much of him. I don’t blame her.

I could smell the eggs and bacon from the hall way, it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever smelt. The smell makes me forget all about the silly dream I had and all my brain was telling me to do was eat. So I run, I run as fast as I can, as fast as my legs can take me.

My mum had her beautiful purple silk night gown on and her blonde wavy hair was perfectly placed across her shoulders. I ran up behind her and hugged her with all my might. She jumped and almost dropped the pan. We didn’t say anything just stayed there for a little while just remembering the moment.

“Go set the table sweet heart.” She said, her voice sounded like a queen.

I walked over with the knives, forks and plates to wear cute little Zoe was waiting. She was also in her pyjamas, her favourite ones because they were pink and had unicorns all over them. Zoe just looks at me with her ‘evil’ look (as she likes to call it).

“You didn’t have to wake me up like that but I guess it was worth it.” Now she is just looking at me with her cute little smile.

“Sorry Zoe I just was really excited and yes it was worth it.”

I finish setting the table and my mum walks over with the bacon and eggs, she places them on our plates perfectly. We eat in silence for a while but I decided to break the silence.

“Thanks mum this is delicious.”

“It’s ok sweetie I am glad we get to do this but tomorrow we are back to our normal busy lives. Zoe have you finished your homework for tomorrow? You don’t want to have a day off and not finish it for your teacher.”

Zoe looks up; she has food all over her face.

“Yes mum I finished it yesterday so can I just watch TV today cause Hi-five is on?”

Hi-five is her favourite show even though she is in kinder she still loves it. My mum looks at her and just smiles.

“Ok.”

I pick up all the plates and clean-up for my mum.

The rest of the day went really fast, Zoe watched hi-five all day and their songs are ringing in my head, it feels like it is going to blow up. I am lying in bed now, its 3am and I can’t go to sleep because I’m afraid. I am afraid that I will dream that dream again or dream something worse so I just lay there as still as a rock knowing tomorrow I’m back to school.