Whispers of The Forgotten

Chapter 8 Why

I woke up in a pool of sweat.

It was only a dream. A really, real dream. And I couldn't remember the last 24 hours of my life. It was like a void, cleared out by rushing waters. There was nothing there. I couldn't scrape up anything. It should be October 20th, and I should be on my way to school.

But it wasn't and I wasn't.

I crawled towards my phone. When the screen lit up my dark room o cringed. The light was so bright it stung. Quickly, I flipped through my phone until I found a calendar. My mouth dropped open.

It was October 22nd.

What happened in those two days? Why was I out for so long? Why did that dream feel so, so real?

And why did I dream of him?
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After figuring out I should probably get to school, I quickly hopped into some jeans and an old Guns 'N Roses t-shirt. I didn't want to go to school but maybe someone could've seen me sometime in the past two days.

I was about to walk into Ms. Watson class, but then I had a better idea. Possibly it could've been real, but I didn't feel like I was falling for Lucas. If anything he was getting like more of an annoyance that always nagged in the back of my mind. But if I could figure out what happened, there was only one way I could.

I had to go to the lake.
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A few minutes later, I pulled up into the grassy entrance of the lake.
It was overgrown but still beautiful. Vines tangled together in the shape of a doorframe. And flowers of all kinds formed the grassy wall. For some reason, all the flowers reminded me of something, but I couldn't quite grasp the thought.

Shaking my head, I ran through the entrance. But I slowed down on the trail. My eyes took in everything. Grasping for anything that could lead me to my life these past two days. I paused when I saw the tree. In the dream, it's where Lucas held me when I cried. Where he told me that I wasn't going insane.

But I'm almost positive I am.

But the tree, it sparked something in the back of my mind. His embrace, so strong and reassuring, stopped my tears. Stupid subconscious me. I would never let that happen in real life.

Not anymore.

It stooped down to inspect the tree. Starting from the back and working my way to the front. And I stopped dead in my tracks. There was a black line running up the tree. Almost as if lightning had struck. Then I looked towards the ground. Little craters were all in the ground.

"What the-," I mumbled.

I swear it looked like one little meteor shower was planted right here to this spot. Shaking my head, I stumbled off down the path towards the pier. My mind whispered that I didn't need to go to the pier, but my body controlled my actions.

So I made it to the pier 2 agonizing minutes later. My head was starting to burn, and my vision was starting to get blurry. I balled my fists and pushed them, into my temples. I had to look at the pier.

I had to know what has happened.

Through my blurred I eyes, I frantically searched the pier. My eyes searched every board and every nail. I searched until I found it.

Though very faint, the outlines of my hands were there.

My legs gave out and I crumbled to the ground. How was this possible? It was just a dream! Wasn't it? It had to be. There was no way I could burn my hands into the pier. It wasn't as bad as it was in the dream, but it was there. And my stomach and heart knew it was.

I scrambled off the pier and ran as fast as I could towards the big, open field. When I got to the field, I tried to recall where me and Lucas layed. The dream was slipping more and more away with every step I took. But I grasped it and ran to the spot.