Dreams

Getting back on track...or not?

Claire’s POV

*The next morning*

I woke up sprawled out across the couch. My left arm was burning badly, and I sighed. Getting up, I walked to the bathroom to see my appearance. When I looked in the mirror, the girl staring back at me didn’t look like me, if that makes any sense.

I had gotten thinner, and my skin was pale, I should go eat soon. My eyes looked empty, dull, not holding their usual brightness. Alright, I told myself, today, I go back to being the old me. I knew the way I had been acting, and the things I had done to myself were causing Michael pain as well, and I didn’t want to hurt him anymore.

Brushing through my hair, I took a quick shower. After I was done and stepped out, I decided to wear bright, happy colors. That’ll help my mood…maybe. After getting dressed, I brushed through my semi-wet hair. I walked back out into the kitchen, passing Michael in the living room.

“Good morning!” I said happily, as I walked by. At first he just looked at me. Ha, he probably thought I was crazy.

Well, maybe I was, but at this moment I honestly didn’t care.

Once in the kitchen, I decided to make scrambled eggs. Who doesn’t like scrambled eggs? That’s right, nobody. After about twenty minutes, I had two plates of food. I walked into the living room, giving Michael a plate.

“You made breakfast?” he asked.

“Yup,”

“Is it…edible?”

“Oh ha ha,” I responded, and started eating my own food. He watched me eat at first, probably waiting to see if I was going to fall over with food poisoning. After five minutes, I was still eating, and he must have assumed it was safe.

“So…I don’t mean to sound rude or anything, but why the sudden change in attitude? Not that I don’t like it, but I’m just curious. Yesterday you were all depressed and such,” he asked. I understood his confusion.

“I realized that the stuff I was doing, the way I was acting wasn’t only hurting me, it was hurting you too. And I don’t want you to be hurt, especially because of me,” I explained. He smiled and nodded, and we both continued eating.

After breakfast was over, we sat together on the couch and watched a movie. For the first time since that dream about the airplane, I felt happy. I wasn’t nervous, scared, worried, I was happy. Sometime during the movie, Michael had put his arm around me, bringing me a little closer to him. I didn’t mind it. I guess I always did have a small crush on Michael…(shhh, don’t tell him) but I knew he didn’t feel the same way, but just being his friend was enough for me.

After the movie ended, it was about lunch time. Yeah, it was a pretty long movie.

“You want to go out and grab something to eat?” Michael asked.

“Sure, where?”

“heh, McDonalds?” he said sheepishly. I laughed.

“That’s fine, lets go,”

Michael drove us, and it didn’t take more than ten minutes to get there. We walked in and ordered a couple burgers and fries. You know, the typical American meal. (A/N: not trying to be offensive, but, you know, ‘Murica) We sat at a table near the back of the small place, and started eating.

???’s POV

I watched her through the small windows. She was eating lunch with her friend. I don’t know what exactly it was, but something called me to her. Something told me I needed to be in her life.

No, before you even think it, I am not a stalker! I found her page on facebook, and found out where she lived. Its not stalking if its on facebook, okay?

I waited, and after the two left, I went back to my house, which was only about an hour and a half away, thankfully.

Claire’s POV

*that night*

I decided to go to bed a little early, I really was tired. I said goodnight to Michael and went to the guest bedroom, I wanted to sleep in an actual bed instead of a couch.

<Dream>

Its like I was watching everything from off in the distance. I saw myself and Michael, sitting in McDonalds, eating. It was a happy sight. But then I noticed somebody else. Someone standing outside, watching me. Creeper. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was looking at me. Yeah, definitely a creeper. I tried to call out to him, to say something, but I couldn’t. Time seemed to change, and the next thing I saw was Michael and I, walking through the mall. This strange man was behind us. I really needed to find out who he was.

<end of dream>

I woke up, really worried. I had another dream. Who knew what was going to happen this time?

(A/N): So, whos the strange man? Should he be good or bad? Do you want claire’s mood to stay happy, or not? Comment or message me ideas, remember, vote and fan me too! c: