Reincarnated

Chapter Four: Blood or Paranoia?

Unlike yesterday, today, I awoke in tears. It was hard for me to accept the fact that Cassidy (or Casey) and I were fighting in the dream world. I will probably struggle to act like everything is normal between us, now that I know that. And, like every other day since I’ve known, I questioned why it happened to me. Sure, I’m reincarnated. That doesn’t mean I have to have these stupid dreams to remember it. Because, honestly, they suck.

Every single night! It always happens! Everybody pretends they understand what I’m going through, but they don’t. Mama may have had the dreams, but she didn’t have to deal with the fact that nobody will tell her what’s going on!  Look, now I’m even calling her Mama. These dreams are really getting to me. Eamon’s sad, Kenna and Evander are dead, Mom won’t shut up about the dreams, but she also won’t tell me anything useful.

I dragged myself out of bed, my toes cold on the wood-tiled floor. I’d gone to bed with socks, as I do every night, and every night, I kick them off. Glancing down, I saw that my red toenail polish needs redone, it was chipping. I paint my fingernails often, I like to have my hands occupied, but I always forget to do my toes. Oh, well. I’ll do them later.

I changed out of my warm plaid flannel pajamas. They may be unflattering, but they are super comfortable. After a quick shower, I braided my now-wet hair and pulled on sweats. Weekend wear, unless Mom takes us to church (which rarely happens), consists of sweatpants, a tank top, and a sweatshirt. Today, I chose the Running Away sweatshirt that I love so much. It’s my favorite book. They haven’t made it into a movie, yet, but it’s a very popular book. I’ve read it at least sixteen times.

I was walking down the stairs when I heard the knock. It was Eamon, surprise, surprise. That was clearly sarcastic. Anyway, he was standing there, looking as attractive as ever, which is very attractive. I really just thought that, didn’t I?

He told me that Mom wanted me downstairs, so I went, only to have the stress of what I had just gone through hit me all at once, and faint.

*Past: May 12, 1760*

Things have been going well with Eamon and me, but Cassidy still hates me. I’m sorry, Cass, but sometimes, I have to do what I feel is right. And, to me, Eamon is right. I’ve known him for barely a week and I already love him. Yes, I admit it, I’m in love with Eamon Michael White. I met him in our usual spot, that one tree in the park. The really pretty one, with the white flowers that smell good. He had a serious look on his face when I got there, I was kind of surprised by it. He usually is smiling when he sees me.

His look of solemnity didn’t fade as I approached. I was kind of worried, to be honest. He grabbed my hand and I sat down next to him in the tall grass. I would get grass stains on my petticoats, but I wasn’t troubled. They would come out. If not, I it again.

“Ash,” was all he said.

“What is it, Eamon? You’re distressing me.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.”

“Would you care to tell me what about?” he sighed and looked at my dark purple dress that billowed out over the rather long grass. It went up past the sole of my boot. “I can be your confidant, as long as you are mine.”

“I’d like nothing more.”

“Tell me what you are so apprehensive about.”

“I love you, but I worry it’s too soon to say so.” I grinned. My grin was infectious, for he was grinning right back.

“It’s not too soon. I love you too, Eamon.”

*Present: September 7, 2010*

“I love you too, Eamon,” I whispered as I drifted back into consciousness.