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5.Dreams

Hi! Here we go again. To be honest, this chapter totally blowed my mind and I don't know what had happened here. But I have one warning for you before you start reading: brace yourself for emotions! To everyone that can handle that, I wish nice time while reading;-)

I had been having the same dream for a few nights in a row, which was very unusual for me. It was even stranger because when I first had it I didn't heard anything, but now after some time I began to heard some voices, but they were muffled like they were coming through some thick fog before reached my ears. But the picture I saw was always the same. It kind of scared me actually, because I had never experienced something like that before. Was it possible that I had gone insane?

The last thing I remembered from my last call was how I jumped and a throbbing pain I felt but it took only a moment. The next thing I recalled was how I woke up in my own bed, in my own house. I didn't walked to the station because it was already dark outside, so I grabbed my pillow and fall asleep quickly again. But I wake up with a scream, totally sweaty from fear.

The beginning of my dream was always the same. A black void around me and the sound of my name. Later I began to float above streets that strangely reminded me of Newtown. Then suddenly there was a flash of blinding light and I was in a white room, as if I were sitting right up against the ceiling. From there I couldn't see any windows, assuming there were any in the room, or the source of the harsh white light that made the walls even whiter than they really were.

But that wasn't what scared me. The room had one single bed and a lot of specialized machines. But when I looked closely, I recognized red hair sticking out from under the bandage the patient had on his head. And that patient was me!

The first time I woke up screaming as soon as I realized that I was the patient and that this room was a hospital room. I still got goosebumps just thinking about it. But no matter how hard I tried not to fall asleep again that night, I still fell asleep from exhaustion and I had the same dream.

However, this time I was not so easily surprised and managed to see that there was a chair next to the bed. What surprised me more was that there was a person sitting on it. It touched my heart that I was so important to someone that they would sit next to me in the hospital, and what can I say, I didn't look like I was in the best condition. I focused a little harder and managed to see more than just an outline and blurred colors. My heart sank with sadness as I recognized this person, even though they were sitting with their back to my mind. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, but she sat hunched over, causing the strands that had already come out to fall over Penny's face.
Her lips moved slightly, but no sound reached me. I tried to hear something with the power of my mind, to somehow get closer to her, but nothing came of it. I could only watch as Penny sat there and whispered, and then, after what seemed like an eternity, she wiped her face and I could have sworn she was crying and stood up and headed for the door.

The moment Penny grabbed the doorknob, I woke up. And it went on like this for a day, maybe two. Out of fear that I would see this dream again in my imagination, I tried to limit the amount of sleep, but such a sudden change resulted in me falling asleep at the most inopportune moments.

Everything changed tonight. After watching the same beginning of the dream again, voices that were not there at first and then started to come to me indistinctly, I heard clearly and audibly for the first time. I saw myself lying on the bed, in the same position and apparently the same state as last time, and the same lonely chair where Charlie was sitting. He didn't say anything for a moment until he sighed and took my hand.

"Brother" he began. "You saved us all so many times and you always came out alive. Do you remember once, I was trying to attach a sticker to the ceiling and I almost fell off the dresser. If it weren't for you, I would have fallen to the floor and I'm sure I would have done something to myself, but you caught me and fell down first on the floor. I remember that when mom came running, you didn't say anything, that you hit your head on the floor when you fell on the it with me. Then, when dad was taking care of us, you didn't say anything either. And only in the evening, when you went to the toilet and you didn't come out because you fainted, it came to light" Charlie said. I recognized this story all too well. "Mom was terrified when they took you to the hospital. And I was even more terrified because I knew it was all because of me" Charlie confessed. I didn't know this because my brother never mentioned it, although he regularly ran out of the room when someone mentioned my little accident. "However, nothing happened to you and you returned home after a few days. And do you remember what you told me then?" Charlie asked and his voice cracked. "I will always come back" I repeated the same words as my brother in my mind. I clearly remembered how Charlie stood in the corner of the room, afraid to look me in the eye, and I ran to him immediately, disregarding my mother's warnings, crouched down in front of Charlie and said those words and then hugged him.