"Ouch!" I yell as a fall out of bed.
I hate waking up this way.
"You alright sweetie?" My moms concerned voice floats down the hall.
"I'm fine, just fell out of bed."
"Ok hon." She replies, and goes back to whatever she was doing.
God dammit I hate those dreams. They're so realistic. It freaky. Everyone it's the same thing. I'm running from someone and then I fall. Of course hitting the bottom of the cliff I always fall off of in my dreams is me falling out of bed but it's still quite horrifying.
I get off of the floor groaning, grab my towel and head to the bathroom. I turn on water to the shower, peel my sweaty pyjamas off and step in, closing the shower curtain behind me. My mom always gets annoyed when I leave if open because water gets all over the floor.
As the hot water flows down by body, instantly clearing my head and relieving my thoughts of the nightmare. Whenever I have that dream I wake up drenched in sweat and panting. For some reason showering helps me feel much better. It soothes me.
When I had first told my mom about to dreams she was worried but assured me that they would pass. When they didn't she asked if I wanted to see a therapist. I said yes. Although it assured me that it was definitely just a bad dream and not some fucked up psychic shit, it didn't help.
My mom doesn't know what I do for work do I couldn't say anything about the dreams possibly relating to some underlying fear I have about my line if work but I did tell my boss. He also offered to get me a therapist. I told him I had already tried that and he just said he didn't know what else to do. Mr. Abel is very understanding but he's never had anyone that works for him have nightmares or experiences like I'm having. 'Guess I'm just special'i think to myself. Yay.
I pick out a pair of black high-waisted shorts and a big grey jumper over a black crop-top and slide my black ankle boots on. Once I grab my bag I head down stairs for breakfast with my mom.
"I made French toast." She announces in a singsong voice when she notices my presence.
"Yum." I reply with a small smile. She always knows how to make me feel better.
We chat a bit over our French toast with stewed berries and maple syrup on top. I'm not an only child or anything, in fact I have a brother and a sister; Alex and Maya. My mom is a single parent though and considering I'm the oldest we have a very strong connection. Of course we argue like normal families but we've been through so much together that most if the time is smooth sailing.
I say goodbye to my mom and head out to door for school. I jump in my new-old car and drive thought my home town of Fairfax San Fransisco to the public school I go to.
I arrive fifteen minutes before the bell rings and head to my locker to but my bag away. I grab the book in reading 'Northern Lights' by Philip Pullman and head to the large oak tree I usually read under. I've read this particular boom series a few times already but I love so much that I decided to read it again.
"Excuse me pretty girl, but may I ask what your reading?" A smooth voice asks.
I look up to see Fletcher Anderson, Smirking down at me. He's the school heartthrob. All the guys wanna be him and all the girls wanna be with him. We've been close friends since grade 3 but he treats my like any other girl in the school sometimes, just to annoy me.
"Well hello Fletcher, what a pleasant surprise. I'm not gonna bother telling you what I'm reading because you know. I forced you to read it two years ago, remember?" I reply smirking back at him.
