Wildest Dreams

Wildest Dreams (This paper is already turned in. You can relax now. :))

Closing my tab on the screen, I let out an exasperated sigh of disgruntlement. "Life is so unfair," I said sarcastically as I readied myself for the night. "Why is it that all the other girls in the stories I read get to have these super hot boys but I can't have that too? This is ridiculous man!" I let an angry growl leave from between my lips as I roughly trudged into the bathroom to brush my teeth. "I wish I could meet one of my favorite characters and have the time of my life! But that's not gonna happen so I guess I just have to suck it up and deal with it. Won't stop me from dreaming though!"

THE NEXT DAY

"Nghhh... Just 5 more minutes..." I failed to get an appropriate amount of sleep the previous night. It's a Monday morning. "Please just shut up will yo-", I stopped short in my statement when I saw what was on my alarm clock. "9:28" was written in bold blue numbers on the screen. I was meant to be at school at 5:45 on the dot and in the first class with all my required tools for said-subject. I am 3 hours late to school.

"Oh my God! No, this can't be happening right now!" I sped into the bathroom faster than Usain Bolt with shampoo, conditioner, bodywash, clothing, and a few other things I needed to use in the bathroom. It took me another 30 minutes before I made it to the kitchen. I whipped myself together a quick breakfast that consisted of a Vanilla shake and a large, heavily-iced, sugary cinnamon roll. Sure it might not be a healthy breakfast by any means, but I'm super late to school so it doesn't even matter.

"Are you kidding me right now!", I bellowed as I stomped on the sopping-wet sidewalk. Not only did I almost have a heart attack trying to get ready out of the door for school, but I had to run through the pouring rain due to my bike wheel getting popped somehow. As if that wasn't ready enough of an issue, I slipped on the ground and sprained my left wrist. Oh, and the school is closed because it's apparently Saturday and not Monday.

"I am so, so done with everything today!" After throwing a mini tantrum outside on the porch, I decided to grab the house keys and get inside because I ended up with a terrible cold to combat over the weekend.

There's no need to make an already bad day even worse, now is there? As I began to probe around my messenger bag and riffle it around, I heard what could only be described as a stentorian yell. I heard "Mein Gott!" being screamed at by what sounded like a very vexed German man that sounded oddly enough, similar to a certain character from my favorite show...

'Girl, there is somebody in your house right now!! You need to get in there and face this man!'

Slowly, carefully, I feebly placed the silver key into the rusted keyhole and with all the care a person could have, I carefully rotated the key until I heard a faint noise indicating the door's openness.

"GET OUT OF HERE NOW! I HAVE A FRYING PAN AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT, YOU CREEP!" I let out "battle-cry" so to speak, but in reality, it probably sounded like a bird's high-pitched squawking which has a 0/10 effectiveness when it comes to scaring an intruder out of your home. And you're supposed to just come in there and sort stuff out on your own by contacting the police, po-po or whatever you like to call them.

Clearly I thought this out before trying to scare the random man out of my house.

I began yelling and punching the person and letting my ridiculous and empty threats leave my mouth without thinking of what I was saying. I soon noticed that the ground left from beneath my still shoe-clad feet.

I was now face-to-face with the one and only Ludwig Beilschmidt. My eyes transformed into 15" in car wheels as I mumbled, trying to process what I was looking at with my own two eyes, in real time. There he was in the flesh, no longer a 2D animation on a screen or black and white drawing in a book.

"You're so much more beautiful in real-life, you know?"

"Was!?"

Hearing the German male yelling the word "what" in his native tongue took me back into reality as I stared into his Powder Blue eyes which held great confusion. I realized he was still holding me up in mid-air, his under my armpits, like how somebody would hold a baby up. 'I probably looked like a raging toddler when I came in through the door.' I thought to myself as I reached out to confirm if he was real or not. 'For all I know, I very well could have slipped in the rain going to or from school and could in a coma (or on my way to heaven) in a hospital room with grungy walls and a heart monitor while my family cries over me and-'

My intrusive thoughts were quickly interrupted by Ludwig as he started asking me random question about who I was and where was at. I diligently answered all the questions I could, It felt like an FBI investigation was happening in my own home!

I had to remember that he was just a bit upset because he somehow ended up in a random place that he didn't recognize. 'Knowing me, I'd react the same way if not worse! He's taking well to the situation at hand, that's for sure.' It's so crazy how my wildest dream just happened to me just like that without rhyme nor reason.

We spent hours talking about his life and my life, I told him all about my wildest dreams and how he just the top dream off the bucket list and how I'd never forget. Then again, who would forget something like this? It'd be practically impossible.

"Jou know zhat nobody vill believe jou if you tell them, vight?" I hadn't thought about that before, that thought hadn't crossed my mind not even once during the few hours I spent with Ludwig. "It doesn't matter if they think I speak nothing but the truth when I tell them. What matters is that you've done something for me that nobody else could ever do."

All that mattered at the moment was that I knew he'd be gone, not gone-gone but gone as in no longer in my world, but his own. I wasn't ready but I knew what I had to do.

"I know we have to part ways now. As much as I'd like you to, you can't stay here forever. I might be lonely being here with nobody else to be there for me when times get tough but it's not fair to you either. It wouldn't be right of me to keep you away from the people you care about and keep you from doing your part in your own world. I think it's time for you and me to part ways now, yes?"

It physically hurt trying to hold back a tsunami of teardrops that I knew were about to break loose. I could hear it in my own voice. Once the first tear fell, I broke out into sobs akin to a baby elephant who just watched his or her mother get gunned down by a poacher. He held his arms open, inviting me into them. I dashed into his arms and let the dams break.

I wasn't ready to let go yet. "Just a little bit more time, please? I'm not ready to go back to being alone with not even a single companion by my side to fight my battles with! I'm not ready to face the music. I'm tired of putting on a warrior's face and telling nobody how I really feel."

I sobbed and felt bad for unintentionally guilt-tripping him into staying here. I knew he had stuff to do and that everybody else needed him more.

"Even if jou can't see me, I vill alvays be vight zhere with jou. Jou don't have to put on a brave face und act vike it's ok. It's ok to let your guard down sometimes. Jou don't have to bottle it all up until the bottle shatters."

I slowly let him go and watched him walk out the door as the sun began to set in the horizon. I couldn't bare the thought of watching him walk away into the sunset but there was one last thing I had to say before letting go. I quickly jogged up to where he was trotting and let out a breath of air that I didn't know I was holding onto. "Thank you for being my wildest dreams."