Crystal's one escape from the pretentious life her parents want for her is the dreams that fill her mind as she sleeps. In those dreams awaits the same boy who comes to her night after night, filling her heart with hope that can only be a fantasy. T...
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Another day of school down and yet for it being the real world, the entire day has felt like a dream. Drifting from one class to another, whispers continued to follow me like ghosts in the halls of this school. It didn't bother me like it did yesterday. If anything, it was white noise in a field of smoke while the memories of last night repeated over and over in my mind.
"What if I wanna play with her a little longer? She must be something special to you for you to come here. Sounds like a useful toy to me."
Those words...his words, have been playing in a loop like a bad song you can't get out of your head. I cried so much after waking from the dream realm that I struggled to get back to sleep. Now, I'm not sure I have any tears left to cry.
I never cry.
Well maybe not "never" but it's definitely not something I do often. Crying was seen as a weakness in our house. To show that kind of defeat was not allowed. And yet that's exactly how I feel now. Defeated.
No, you're stronger than that. Get yourself together.
Captain...Hunter...was my refuge for so long. Even when I thought he wasn't real, I still questioned if I'd ever be able to feel for someone the way I do him. Then to find him here, real and at this school, it was like a dream come true. Even if he was an asshole out the gate, I was willing to work with that. I might not have realized I was at first but after last night, I have to admit I was still holding onto hope for us. Now that hope feels squashed like a bug.
With no hope and no tears, numbness slithers through my body. Hence the zombie-like fog I've been lost in all day while my peers continue to laugh and call names behind my back. Even now, sitting on the outside steps of the girl's dorm watching as kids enjoy the last of their free time for the day in the courtyard beneath the stars, I see the looks shot my way as other girls pass. I'd probably hear their nasty words too if it werent for the earbuds currently playing music in my ears.
I wonder what kind of music Hunter likes to listen to...no!
I shake my head and mentally slap myself for letting my thoughts go back to him. Even if he is perched on his usual picnic table with his friends, occasionally looking this way, there are more important things to think about right now.
In order to get away from Hunter last night and out of the dream realm, Dad had to help me. For whatever reason, tapping into my supposed abilities is a struggle. Dad says I need to practice and he's willing to help me do that but even after he proved he was right about Hunter, I'm still finding it hard to trust him. My dad has never been the helpful type, especially when it comes to me. The fact he wants to be now feels weird. So for now, I told him I'll work on things on my own. He didn't seem too happy about that but he doesn't get a say right now. If he wanted to help me, he should've told me about all of this a long time ago. Maybe then, Hunter wouldn't have been able to so easily find and manipulate me all these years while I slept.
