Hope for life

Unexpected

Images kept flowing through my head as his words echoed, 'And what your doing is so much better? Your an alcoholic. I don't want you to end up like me.' Images started flashing and changing again. First the images were from happy times long ago from when me and my mom were playing in my old backyard. I watch as my younger self ran around laughing as she sprayed my mom with water. Soon the images changed again. I was in sixth grade watching the sheriff car pull into the driveway of my old house, and handing my mom the for-closer papers. As soon as those images came they left, again changing. I watched as my mom cried on the phone. Soon images of us packing everything appeared. Time blurred forward once again, but this time it was a more recent occasion. I watched as my mom walked out the door with her bags saying she would be back in a few weeks. I wasn't sure how much more I could take these painful memories. Where did they even come from in the first place? And why weren't they stopping? What the hell is going on? That's when the voice started to echo in my head again but this time it was chanting something different, "I never loved you. I don't care about you, I never did. Why don't you just go kill yourself."

The images faded and then he appeared. I'm not sure why but I couldn't put a name to this beautiful boy's face. I found my happiness soon changing to a sad confusion. The boy's sad face broke my heart, and as he turned to walk away I felt my soul shatter a little more. I reached out attempting to speak but no words came out. Who is this boy I know him but why the hell cant I remember what his name is. One thing I'm sure of is that I love this boy. I watch as he walks away from me and every step he takes is another piece of my soul that breaks away. I try running after him but my body won't move a muscle. The scene of the beautiful boy faded away and a new one appeared, and with this scene the echoing voice ceased to chant.

I looked around and noticed I was in a strange room that I've only ever seen once or twice. The boy from the previous scene was sitting there staring down at his lap. I broke my gaze from his face and reverted it to what he was focused on. Three pill bottles laid in his lap, before I realized it he took one bottle dumping the contents down his throat, then washed them down with whiskey. I sat there frozen in place as he emptied the last two bottles the same way he did to the first. My eyes spotted a folded piece of paper laying next to the boys now unconscious body. I read the words that were neatly wrote on the outside, ' Angel, I'm sorry.' Suddenly I remembered who this beautiful boy was. I frantically started screaming, "No Kye wake up! Please Kye wake up!" I crawl towards his body and start shaking him trying to wake him up, "Kye! You can't die on me! What were you thinking! Please just wake up, I can't lose you."

I felt my body being shaken and that's when my eyes opened and standing over me was Kyle, "Angel! Angel calm down it's okay you were just dreaming." I frantically looked around and noticed I was laying on Kyle's couch, "W-what happened?" Kyle laughed slightly, "you tell me, you were the one screaming something about Kye and not dieing on you." The dream came back to me and hit me like a tsunami. I felt my eyes start to tear up at the thought of Kye over dosing. Kyle looked at me in instant regret, "hey look it's okay you don't have to tell me." I just silently shook my head before speaking, "please take me home." Kyle shook his head understanding, "alright, you can come get your truck another time."

Kyle took me home and as soon as I walked into the door my pup Sky greeted me. I knelled down to pet her as she spun around in circles happy to see me. I laugh as she dances around trying to lick my face. I grab my school stuff deciding to work on getting all my missing assignments in. Soon the afternoon blurred into the morning.

I look at the clock displaying the time 6:45 a.m. I decide to take a shower, but my phone soon goes off. I look at the screen reading the text.