City of Dreams......And Nightmares

Chapter 2-Sleeping pills

Don't do drugs because if you do drugs you'll go to prison, and drugs are really expensive in prison.  ~John Hardwick

Robyn's POV

I stared at the blue and yellow pills that were in my hands. I put them in the light of my room, looking at them from every angle possible. The yellow one was thin and long and was the colour of a ripped banana. The blue pill was round and huge, it was a deep blue almost purple kind of colour. I swallowed The blue one-first, feeling drowsy and light headed instantly. I stared at floor, trying to steady myself before I passed out completely.

I take sleeping pills. Not every night, but every other night. I can't close my eyes without the pills. The dreams that I had were awful and made me want to pull my hair out. The fact that everyone over the age of seventeen disappeared and weird, unnatural things happen, just freaks me out.

The yellow pill was still in my hand as I fell back on the bed. My red hair fell on my face, blocking most of my eye sight. Slowly, I brought the pill to my lips, tasting the familiar sweet taste of it. 

I dropped it into my mouth and then swallowed. 

######### In the Dream #############

"Robyn?"

I turned around and Cleo grabbed my hand, as the others kept walking on. She pushed open the doors and we were at a concert. The band was playing loudly, the lights were dim, and it smelt like sweat. 

"Hello beautiful" Dawson whispered into my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist. I leaned my back on his chest, listening to the band that was playing. That's when I realized that it was my favourite band, The wonder years.

I tapped Cleo on the shoulder and she turned around, her green eyes were bright as there was a smile on her face. "How did you get tickets? I thought this wa-" 

 I fell backwards and landed on my ass. Cleo vanished right before my eyes and Dawson's warm body that was just behind me a second ago was gone. And so was almost everyone else at the concert. Slowly, I got up, looking around the area but not seeing my friends at all.

"Outside, they must be outside" I muttered to myself, running for the exit. The streets were completely deserted, with no sign of a human anywhere. 

"Hello? Dawson? Cleo!" I screamed into the darkness. My heart started to pound faster in my ears, the only sound that I could hear as I walked into a  Gas station. I walked over to the cashier. There was no cashier. I walked every isle, my heart racing a million times faster than it was a second ago. 

I ran out of the store and into the LCBO and looked threw there. No one, at all. I ran out and into another store, no one. 

Fear took over me and I fell to the ground. My lungs felt dry, and I was out of breath. This wasn't happening again. 

The coolness of the sidewalk helped to calm my breathing. I closed my eyes.

###### End of Dream#######

Blake's POV

"Did you have a nightmare last night, Blake?" Dr. Dell asked me, writing everything down. 

I stared straight ahead, showing no emotion, "Yes."

She nodded her brown head, still not looking at me, "Was it the same dream?"

"It was a nightmare. And no, it was a bit different this time."

"Ah. But Cloud was still there, right?" She asked, finally looking at me.

Cloud was what I named the man, from my nightmare since the first time I saw him, he was in the clouds. I hated Cloud, and because of him, my mother thought I was crazy. Which i'm not.

"Yeah, he was. But this time, I was hiding in my closet and I had a knife in my hands."

Dr. Dell put down her pen and stared at me, "You didn't wake up to find the knife in your bed did you?" She sounded worried, like I was going to hurt myself.

I debated wether or not I should tell her the truth or a lie. I chose to tell her a lie.

"No, I didn't find one."

She sighed in relief and went back to her writing, her short, mother-like hair moving as she wrote things about me down. 

"And the next dream will be..."

"Tonight" I said.

Once again she nodded her head, going into her secret stash of drugs and pills. She handed me two boxes of sleeping pills, and a small cylinder container that were filled with something I've never seen before. The pills were neon green and tiny.

"They help with mood and depression and stuff" she said, leaning back in her seat. I stared at them in my hands, then slowly got out of the seat and out of her office. My session was over.

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That's a picture of Robyn and her favourite band and song!