My nights are now spent in the same room as Kyle. I scream and fight in my sleep usually having Kyle wake me up and then having to stay with me otherwise it gets repeated an hour later. It’s been 4 weeks since I lost my parents and most people would think that’s not enough time to recover but I’ve had enough of this feeling.
My screams don’t wake me up, but when I wake I’m terrified. My dream actually my nightmare is the same every night, It’s me running through the house while its up in flames and my parents room door is locked and my parents are screaming at me to open the door and my vision switches to me standing outside being restrained by Kyle telling me it’s too late. Tonight is no exception.
I wake up with the sheets wrapped around my torso and leg, my face and chest covered in sweat and as per usual Kyle is there to hold my hand and calm me down. Kyle pulls of the sheets and takes me outside; when the soft breeze hit my hot, clammy skin I was full of relief, the nightmare slowly melted into the darkness that surrounded me.
We sit on the grass making daisy chains from the small flowers spotted all over the ground around us, going over my dream, picking at every detail trying to figure out why it repeats, nothing seems to point us in the right direction. Our conversation takes another turn, my sixteenth birthday.
In 2 more weeks I will be sixteen birthday and Kyle wants to celebrate. Most girls toughest trials are holding down relationships or getting there drivers licence but mine was losing my parents and Kyle thinks that’s a reason to celebrate and I guess he has a point.
Kyle comes up with crazy and extravagant ideas that make me dizzy. “I only wanted a bouncy castle and some balloons.” I pout.
“Fine but no bouncy castle and we are having friends over.” He tries to negotiate.
“No deal, either I have a bouncy castle or we aren’t having a party at all and it’s going to be casual.” I demand. He frowns and then gives in. “Fine.” He mumbles.
I lie in the grass and listen to the water swirling around in the water and Kyle’s soft breaths. This moment right now could put me to sleep.
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Never Letting Go
Teen FictionWhen life was ripped out from under neath Darci's feet, Kyle was there to catch her. Now their feelings are controlled, where will life take them now?
