High Heels and Lip Gloss

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Sometimes, after crying a lot, my brain sends me a happy dream. Sometimes in my dream, I'm in a meadow, surrounded by flowers and bunnies.

In this dream, I see Sophie. She's laughing with friends at Jessica's sleepover. I'm standing in a corner, watching them. Seeing Sophie gets me excited and I run toward her. I'm just about to reach her when she vanishes, and I'm home again, and out the window. I can see Sophie running out the door, her body hitting the car. I scream her name and run out the door but this time I cannot reach her. Her body is limp and I scream her name trying to reach her, but something is holding me back. I look behind me, trying to see who or what is holding me back.

The sight horrified me and I let out a scream.

It's Patricia, her eyes flashing and her arms holding tight around my waist. Her mascara is smeared and her body is dripping with water just like it did at Jessica's party. I try in vain to squirm out of her arms but it's no use. It's like she's locked her arms around my waist, refusing to let go.

I turn back to look at Sophie but she's no longer there. Now I'm at the hospital. I can see myself, holding her hand, crying.

I watch Jake carry me out of the room, but I stay in the room, watching Sophie's last moments.

Mom and dad hug her, and tell her they're sorry.

Then all of a sudden, doctor looks up, startled. He rushes to Sophie's side, checking her pulse, and then turns to mom and dad.

"Her heart rate is going down. There's nothing we can do to stop it. By the time we'd get her to a bigger hospital, with bigger machines, it'll be too late. I'm sorry," he says, and he and the nurses leave the room allowing mom and dad be alone with Sophie.

Dad holds Sophie's hand while mom strokes her cheek.

"I love you," whispers Sophie, and then the monitor stops running and starts beeping, indicating that she's dead.

Mom buries her head into Sophie's chest and dad slides her eyelids down over her eyes. A doctor comes in and shuts off the machine.

"I'm so sorry for your loss. I'm upset that we couldn't save her," he says.

Dad looks as he's about to say something but I don't hear it. I'm waking up.

I sit up, scared by the dream. What had been a happy dream turned into a nightmare. I look at my watch. It's 9:30pm. I'm tired but I don't dare go back to sleep again.

So, pulling out my cellphone, I text Jake, asking if he's awake.

A minute later he texts back, "Yes. How are you? Do you need something?"

"I can't fall asleep." I reply.

"I'll be over in ten minutes. Watch for me at your window," he says.

I smile. He IS a good boyfriend. "Thank you," I reply.

My bedroom is right next to an old oak tree, and Jake made a special basket pulley to pull up food and stuff. He just climbs up the tree and we sit on the balcony.

Like he said, Jake is pulling up the pulley in ten minutes, and then he jumps onto the balcony floor.

He comes up and wraps his arms around me. Then we unpack the basket.

Jake is so romantic. He's brought candles, chocolate covered strawberries, and a blanket. We spread out the blanket and I lie next to him, one of his arms around me.

I take a strawberry out of the basket and bite into it. The sweet, tangy juice fills my mouth, mixed with chocolate. Jake sits up to look at me.

"I heard you had an adventure at Jessica's party. You jumped inti their pool?"

I grimace at the memory. "Yeah. In nothing but a bikini," I say. "I passed out too.

"Wow, I wish I could if been there. I would've saved you. If you stopped breathing, I do know CPR," he says, poking me in the stomach.

I giggle. "Help, I can't breath!" I say, and then I pretend to pass out on him.

"Whoa! Uh oh. I think we need a doctor," he says, and he sits me on the floor, so that I'm basically sitting on his lap. He holds my head up and leans down, pressing his lips against mine.

When I break away, he kind of pouts. I give him another kiss on the cheek and he smiles happily.

"Feel better?" he asks.

"A little. Thank you for the picnic, and saving my life," I say.

"No problem. Next time though, I'm pretty sure I'LL need CPR," he says.

I smile. "I'll think about it," I say.

I'm too lazy I get up, so he carries me to my bed and tucks me in. Then, after a kiss goodnight, he leaves.

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