Simple Love

6-James Monroe

I couldn't get to sleep well, every time I closed my eye he was there. Dr. James Monroe. It was as if my life could never have a good moment... it was like a rollercoaster, except the miniature bumps up didn't last much longer than a second. Rolling over, I looked at the sleeping face of Dani.

I felt the tears prick my eyes, and I kissed her forehead. I pulled her in to cuddle me, brushing her long dark hair out of her eyes. I closed my eyes and struggled to get to sleep, but finally did. I slept for no longer than two hours, but it was inevitable and it felt as if I couldn't wake up.

-Anika's Dreams-

"Dani get over here!" The man screamed, his fast walk turning into a run, which turned into a sprint. "Dani you need to be cured! Do you realize how sick you really are!?" The voice yelled out again. I looked around, desperately, trying to find my beloved girlfriend. Though it was pitch black, you could hear everything.

"Dani...?" I whispered hoarsely. I heard a sudden yell for help and whimpering. "Dani...." I said a bit louder. "Dani!" Louder this time. It was as if nobody was there, just the sounds of pain. The sounds that have haunted me my entire life, the sounds of rape.

"James please... you.... you're my boss!! You.. y-you got fired from b-being a doctor... so now you w-want to own Starbucks... you... please... James!! Go away!! Just leave!! Just leave me alone!!" Her elegant voice screamed out, now sounding shrill and restrained.

"Doctor!!!" His voice rang in my ears. "Doctor Monroe!!" He screamed out, a sound as if someone was slapped, and a cry, following. "Dani.... don't you want to be healthy again?? Like when you were little??"

"I was never healthy!!" Her voice, coated with pain, cried. "I've always had cancer and you know that." I ran around and began hitting the ground, screaming out in anger.

"DANI WHERE ARE YOU!!!!!!!!" I cried. "Where.... where... w-where..." I choked out. "Are you?" Everything started spinning, and there began to swirl in color. Greens blues and grays were swarming around my vision. A picture of an alleyway appeared before my eyes and I shuddered at a sudden pain behind my eyes.

I saw Dr. James Monroe straddling someone and pushing the bobbing bleach blonde pigtails out of his way. He began to kiss the neck of the thing, making it cry out in pain. I saw recognized the thing as a little girl, but I couldn't tell who. Another little girl, smaller than the other, ran over to the figures.

The standing girl was beautiful. She had short, light brown, buzzed hair with short, floppy bangs that barely covered her eyes. And her eyes... they were so enticing. They were mesmerizing, as if you would fall into them if you looked for too long. The blue, blue-er than anything in the world. Her little red slippers, like the ones in The Wizard Of Oz, clicking as she ran towards the scene. She wore gray jeans and a pink fringe shirt from the 80's, over a dark blue tank top.

"Isn't she beautiful?" I heard a voice whispered from behind, startling me. I jumped up and turned to face the thing behind me. As I turned, though, there was nothing there. " She died..." it taunted me. "Her friends called her Izzy... her mum and father nick-naming her Isa, and her birth name: Isabella." It said. I felt the anger and sadness well up in my eyes as I looked at the image of my tiny, younger sister.

"Get me out of here" I growled. As soon as I said that, I felt as if I was falling off of a building, nearly puking in the process. I landed with a thump by a picture of a Christmas tree.

"Mummy!!! Annie!! Wake up!!" A small voice cried out. "Santa came!!! There is bunches of pwesents and wittle candies!!" The excited voice giggled. I saw the flash of dark brown hair and then had to scoot away as a little girl dived into a pillow by the tree. "Anika!!!!! Hurry up!!! I'm going to take all of your pwesents!!" The small voice of Isabella laughed.

"Oh no you won't!!" The blond pigtails bounced down the stairs. There were bruises covering the childs arms, but she seemed to smile it off. She pounced on the younger girl and they wrestled as they waited for their mother. "You wanna wake up Mum?" Little me questioned, earning a huge smile and nod from young Isa.

The two girls tip toed up the stairs and into a large, nearly empty room, except for the sleeping lump in the middle of the king sized bed. The brown hair, blue eyed girl smirked and got on one end of the bed, the bleach blonde pigtail, green eyed girl, on the other. They silently counted, then jumped on the mother.

"Mama!! Mama!! Mama!! Wake up!! Santa came Santa came Santa came!!!" The giddy brown haired girl jumped up and down. "Let's go!!" They giggled as their mother scampered out of bed. They all ran down the stairs and ran to the tree.

"Okay girls!! Ready??" Their mom said, excitedly, grabbing out her camera to snap photos.

"Mummy.... don't we need to wait for papa??" The brown haired girl asked, emotion leaving her face. "We've always waited for papa..." she whispered.

"Baby... uhm...." their mother tried to talk, but was left speechless.

"Isa... daddy's gone..."

"Then we will wait till he gets back!!" She smiled. "Like always 'member??"

"Isabella..." their mother attempted.

"Isa..."

"Isabella....I....uhh...Annie... uhh...." the mother tried a final time before being interrupted.

"Isabella daddy is not coming back!!! He's gone!! Dead!! Forever!!!" The now distressed blonde screamed, tears covering her face and sorrow laced her words. "We have told you before. He was shot in the face... Isa..."

-end of dream-