What I can remember

Dreams

I forget a lot of things. I don't remember much of my past, it's mainly blurs. But sometimes when I'm asleep, I see tiny snippets of my old life. I know I don't know much but what I do know is I miss it, all of it. It's pure irony that I miss something I don't remember, but whenever I dream, I yearn to have it again. I try to remember my dreams but when I think and think and think, nothing comes to mind.

Well actually, I do recall is that there was a dream of an older woman, maybe mid-thirties.

I know that dream so vividly, I could resight it.

It starts off with a small version of myself, making my way in a field of daisies. Upon a hill, the woman laid there, a little bit away from myself. She had beautiful long chocolate brown hair that were in bouncy curls all the way down to her shoulders. The woman also had big doe eyes that were also brown, but had a mossy tint to it. 

In the dream, I ran up to her, and she welcomed me with a warm smile. She plucked one of the many flowers near her. But this one was different. I didn't know what, but it was. I had that gut feeling that it was different.

She looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her mouth carved a grin on her face as she tackled me to the ground. Playfully she pinned me and tickled my nose with the white flower.

I let out a few giggles until she had gotten bored of attacking me with the daisy. She had her hair windswept mess piled on her head, and a straw hat that she wore was on the ground, her beautiful yellow gown went just below her knees and had dead grass and flower petals all over it.

I could see everything, but not hear. It was muted, but you could still hear the muffled sound of her voice. To my ears it sounded like someone had taped her mouth shut with a roll of duct tape, but there was nothing covering her mouth.

"Hey, dude, are you alright?" I awakened from my dream and another one of my kind was staring right back at me. He had a dull yellow set of eyes, but they had a dangerous spark. He also had a deathly white complexion, and his lips were a shade of blue and purple, he looked as if he had been locked in a freezer. His hair was black with streaks of gray striding through his hair, but he was most definitely not old.

He couldn't have been over the age of eighteen. "Let's go Flech, we don't have much time." His dominance has always scared me. Flech isn't my name, I'm only called that because I'm a fledgling. I don't remember my name, in fact none of us do. We all go by nicknames. The scary one is named Scout. He's called that because he acts like the oldest— probably is— and he looks out for us.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming." I got up from where I was sitting, taking in all the beauties around me. Mountains and fields of grass with the aroma of spring air. It made me feel elevated, like I had just flown through clouds of cotton candy.

I looked back at Scout, he had his withered leather jacket on, it was so old some of the shiny leather started flaking off. He also wore blue ripped jeans, they had stains all over, from grass to cinders. Maybe even a little bit of blood.

"Flech, this is the last time I'm saying it. Let's. Go." This made me jump to his side, he sure was scary. I knew Scout wouldn't actually hurt me, he was sweet, and would never hurt someone without real reason. That was like, his code.

I look out to the horizon, and just over the mountain, I see why Scout wanted me to hurry, the sun was coming up. "Crap, Flech, let's hurry back, the others are probably worried sick." I nod.

When we make it to our for-now-home the sun is just barely making itself visible, with its blazing sun rays inching towards us. Scout and I almost don't get inside fast enough, but we're fast, much faster than most. When we're inside we're huffing like we ran a marathon. It was partly because we were running, I think the other part is that we're scared.

"Scout and Flech are back!" The youngest of the group comes running towards us. She has her light brown hair in braids, with little black bows on the ends. She also has her pink scuffed up nightgown on.

"Hey Lealoni, you seem to be up pretty late." I say as I kneel down to her level. As you probably know, Lealoni is also a nickname. Lealoni means heavenly flower, and is mainly used to call princesses in Hawaii.

"Yeah, so let's get to it, we have a busy day tomorrow." Scout demands, he sends a cold stare to everyone.

"It's not fair, why'd you get to stay up and not us?" Another child says with a thick German accent.

"Jermany, I don't want to hear it today, go get some sleep, or I'll never hear the end of it tonight.". Jermany huffed. The reason we call him Jermany is because of his accent. It was supposed to be a joke but he really liked the name, so we stuck with it. Jermany had dirty blonde hair, but it was never tame, it was always crazy.

We have two other kids, their twins and older than me. One of their names were Alian, that was their name because they love to cook, and a old book had bunches of major chefs in it, and one of the best were called Alian Ducasse. When Alian showed interest we just called her that from there on, she was pretty happy about that. She was dark skinned and had vitiligo in patches around her lips and eyes. She had a poofy Afro that somewhat covered her eyes, and her hair was jet black. But her eyes were a magnificent amber-orange.

The other twin was a boy who also had vitiligo on himself but was mostly on his arms and legs, though he did have some on the side of his face. It looked like a scar because it was a stripe that went from the side of his face all the way to his nose. But unlike Alian, he also had heterochromia, one of his eyes being amber and the other being deep ocean blue. He was muscular, but not like a bodybuilder.  He had more soft muscles, and was less bulky. His nickname was Michelangelo, that was because he loved to paint and draw. His paintings are beautiful. Most of them were the night sky, and others were portraits of us.

I was pretty exhausted, the night before we had gone scavenging for food. We have a very.... Unusual diet. We crave the nutrients that are provided by large and meaty animals. I don't like to eat anything more than an animal. I couldn't eat a human. That's also why I'm the weakest of our pack. Even Lealoni is stronger than me, and she couldn't be older than six.

I made it to everyone's shared room, it had three beds, so everyone had to share. It was usually Jermany and Lealoni, since they're the youngest they get the smallest bed. The twins share a bed, and that leaves me and Scout to the last bed. After a bit of restless twisting and turning I get comfortable, and I settle into the bed.

"Hey, Flech, could you tell me 'bout one of your dreams?" Scout asks, his face turned away from me— probably embarrassed.

I can't help but smile. "Well, from what I can remember, is that a woman man that is older-" as I told him the story I could tell that the others were listening too. Once I started telling the story everyone seemed to relax.

I felt my eyes get heavy as I finished up the story, everyone was sound asleep. I yawned, and looked up at the twins, both laid quietly on their beds. And then I looked at Jermany and Lealoni, they were resting too. I took one final look at Scout, he looked a lot younger than he was when he was sleeping. My eyes started to shut for me and I didn't fight back, I allowed myself to succumb to my drowsiness.