17.
“Goooood morning Haley!”
“Oh morning Zan...”
“Zan, who’s Zan?”
“My social worker!”
“You don’t have a social worker sweetie, you’ve probably been dreaming!”
“What?”
“You’ve just woken up and started talking about this Zan! Must’ve been a dream, couldn’t have been anything else could it now?!”
“Mum? MUM!”
“Yes Haley, it’s me! Why do you sound so surprised?”
“Do you mean it was all a dream...it wasn’t real?”
“Tell me about it sweetie,”
“Well, I woke up and no one was anywhere, except for this woman called Zan, who said she was my social worker, but the thing is...I couldn’t see or move! And this Zan kept saying I was asleep when I wasn’t, and then, this is the worst part Mum...She said we were involved in a car crash when we were going to Tunisia on Uncle Ted’s birthday, and only me and Dad survived, and she kept telling me this story about what happened...but it wasn’t a story it was what really happened, she told me you had died...and she said went to your funeral, but the thing was I couldn’t remember anything, so she had to tell me everything! And on top of all that, Dad wasn’t anywhere and I had to figure out where I was and why I couldn’t speak or move because Zan wouldn’t say! It was horrific!”
“Awh, darling, that never happened!”
“It didn’t! What you and Megan and Josh are still all alive?”
“Of course! It was just a dream!”
“But it felt so real,”
“Some dreams do, if you’re in a very deep sleep and you dream, sometimes it can feel very real!”
“But I can almost hear her voice this ‘Zan’; I can remember what her voice sounds like!”
“What did she look like?”
“I don’t know I didn’t see her face, because I couldn’t see remember? I was ‘asleep’,”
“Well, dear, Zan doesn’t exist, none of that ever happened, oh, but I wish were going to Tunisia!”
“Me too, wait, can I see Megan and Josh?”
“Of course Honey!”
“MEGAN! JOSH!”
There they were, as clear as day, as alive as anything, it was brilliant! I told them everything, and guess what: they laughed! They laughed! None of it was true! It was all a dream!
But it did feel so real; I can remember everything she said so clearly!
“Mum?”
“Yes sweetie?”
“Do you ever have dreams like that?”
“All the tome sugar pie,”
I can still remember everything Zan said, how she sounded so real, when she tried to say how amazing life was...everything! I can remember everything, and so clearly, even when she told me to imagine what happened, I can still remember that clearly too! It’s like it actually happened...
“Ooooo, Haley?”
“Yeah Mum?”
“I’m just going out to the shop a sec, will you mind the kids?”
“Of course, why do you need to go to the shop?”
“To get Uncle Ted’s birthday present, I mean, I know his birthday‘s tomorrow and all, but I just haven’t had any time!”
“Wait what?”
“Ugh don’t you listen? I said I need to get Uncle Ted’s birthday present because I haven’t had any t-”
“No! I mean it’s his birthday tomorrow?”
“Yes! Its Sunday tomorrow chick, remember?”
“Oh yes...sorry...had a bit of a mind blank...”
“S’ok love, look out for those two though and I’ll be back soon!”
“Okay, bye!”
It was Uncle Ted’s birthday tomorrow, what year was it? If it was 2012 then in my dream, tomorrow was the day everyone died...
But no-one actually dies, it was just a dream!
Although for some reason I didn’t know the date or anything, well I know now that it’s Saturday the 18th August because Mum’s just old me that it was the day before Uncle Ted’s birthday, but I don’t know the year, and if mum hadn’t said anything I wouldn’t have a clue about what the date was...normally if you have a dream isn’t it supposed to come flooding back to you?
Wait.
What if it’s 2010, what if Bree is still alive?
No.
I wouldn’t have dreamt up two years of my life! That’s just going too far, I only dreamt about the crash which means it’s Saturday 18th August 2012.
But, just to make sure...
“Hey Megan?”
“Yer?”
“Oi, what are you eating?”
“Urm, noffink,”
“I know you’re eating something because you can’t speak properly....what is it?”
“Nothing!”
“Well you’ve swallowed it now haven’t you? Okay, it doesn’t matter but Megan tell me the day date month and year will you?”
“Why?”
“Um, just ... homework,”
“Well don’t you know?”
“It says ask a member of your family,”
“What kind of homework is that?”
“I don’t know! I didn’t make it up!”
“Okay, well it’s the 17th isn’t it? Saturday 17th of August two thousand and twelve...or is it the 18th?”
“Bearing in mind it’s Uncle Ted’s birthday tomorrow...?”
“Oh the 18th then!”
“Thanks...he data is...being written down...or something,”
Phew. Okay so if we were going to the airport in London to go to Tunisia tomorrow, I would be a little scared.
Even though it’s just a dream.
It was just a dream...
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love, always
Teen FictionLife just doesn't make sence what so ever right now... Zan just makes it worse, i'm stuck here, and i don't even know where 'here' is, i can't move, talk, i haven't eaten in days. The worst thing is i can't remember anything other than pointless par...
