Feathers

Chapter 2

“What?” She sounded as shocked as I was feeling. “No, that can’t be him. He looks completely different than how you described him.”

I knew she was trying to reinsure me, but I know that he looked exactly like the guy from my nightmares.

I quickly looked away from her and stared down at my desk.

I remember the first time I told Bree about my nightmare.

We were sitting in our local small restaurant. We were sitting in a small booth while Bree was drinking a strawberry milkshake and I was eating curly fries.

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*Backstory time*

The restaurant that we were at was a very lively in our town. My mother and I were very good friends with the two elderly couple, Mr. and Mrs. Barnette who were the owners of the restaurant.

After my father died and I was still young, Mrs. Sally Barnette let me help around the kitchen, (I helped bake her famous chocolate chip cookie. As she would have called them, and i would 100% agree) when the restaurant was still a bit small.

But then when I turned 15 and I was old enough to get a job, without hesitation, Mrs. Barnette hired me. She felt that I would be a very good addition to their establishment. (I still work there in fact)

The couple helped us financially, after my dad's funeral. They (and myself) both knew that my mom couldn't keep up with the all bills.

My mom told me one night, when we were having an heart to heart moment, that she felt exhausted and felt as if the whole world was on her shoulders, I told my mom that she wasn't alone.

It did feel great having the couple help us out, until we were up on our feet again of course.

Mr. and Mrs. Barnette also had a kid. A boy to be exact. His name was Conner Barnette. I don't recall much about him since we were so young when we met. (about 9 or 10) But I do remember that we were almost inseparable.

It was when Mr. Evens Barnette unfortunately died one cold night. Mrs. Barnette almost wasted no time giving their establishment to another good friend of theirs, and left the state.

I never had the chance to say goodbye to Conner. I cried and cried when my mother broke the news to me.

2 weeks after Mr. Bernette died and Mrs Bernette and Conner left the state, my mother and I went to Mr. Barnettes funeral. This was the second funeral that I went to that almost destroyed me. The rest of that day I cried. I cried as much as I did when I lost my father.

*End of backstory time*

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While we were sitting at the booth of the restaurant, Bree started to notice that I had dark circles under my eyes.

“Hun, have you been sleeping enough? You look like a zombie.” She took another sip of her shake continuing to look at me.

She likes to call me hun a lot, even though I'm older than her by one year.

“I promise that I'm okay. Just this small nightmare I’ve been having.” I said with a small smile but not enough to show teeth.

Before I knew it I was telling her everything about my dream from where I was, to every small facial expression that the guy made.

“Wow, that's a…” She hesitated. “...very specific dream.” Her expression was mixed with surprise and a bit of disturbance.

“Are you sure you just didn’t have a vision of the future?” She asked. Bree had stopped drinking her shake pushed it aside and her full attention was on me.