Behind The Clouds

Waking Up To Reality

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I woke up with a start. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead, and I screamed. I hurriedly ran up to my sister's room. "Cecilia... are you there??" I banged on her door. 

"What's the matter?" the drowsy but comforting voice I knew said. "Let me in," I said.

The door slowly creaked open. "What in the worl-" she started to say, but I didn't let her finish her sentence. I ran up to her and hugged her with tears in my eyes. "What's the matter Aceda?" she asked.

I explained my dream to her. Everything but the person who died. When I finished, her eyes were wide open. "Aceda, are you sure about that dream of yours?" she asked me.

"I'm positive," I lied, "I haven't missed out any details."

"Did you manage to see the girl's face. I mean the one who was killed."

"I couldn't see her," I lied, "I just heard the thud and someone fell down, so I'm assuming she was shot."

Cecilia paced the room. It's not like her to do this. She seemed so tense that I wasn't even sure if she was in her right mind. I tried to stop her by catching her arm, but she pulled it back. Her pretty blonde curls which are usually bouncing up and down with joy seemed dull. But the worst thing was that her navy blue eyes seemed to drown in sorrow. She had a grim expression on her face.

"Have you told mom and dad about this?" she asked.

"No, I came to tell you first because I believe you."

"Why not go to mom? Why come to me instead?" she spat out.

"I trust you Cecilia, I don't even trust mom or dad anymore. You do remember what happened last year, don't you?"

"For heaven's sake Aceda, they're you parents!" she shouted.

"I don't care about that right now," I shouted back. I could feel my temper rising.

After a minute of awkward silence, Cecilia finally broke the tension.

"Go back to your room and try to get some sleep," she said.

"I don't want to go Cecelia! I feel safer here with you..." I tried to protest.

"I don't want to hear anything!" she said with a tone she'd never used with me before. She wasn't using the tone she usually does, the soft and kind voice. I was horrified to know that my gentle sister could be like that.

I silently went back to my room and tried to get some sleep.

The morning couldn't have been worse. I woke up and found a huge mosquito bite on my forehead that looked like a tomato. Then I saw that my hair had a twig in it. How the hell did that get there? I thought. Then I looked down and saw that my dress was slightly torn in the corner. I wonder how that happened. Maybe when I was thrashing around in the bed last night.

"Good morning Aceda," Cecilia said. She's always cheerful and sweet. No matter what the situation is she's always trying to smile for others. And for one thing, I don't like people who pretend to be something they aren't. Who would actually smile while screaming inside?

I groaned as I walked towards her and grabbed a plate. Mom put some beautiful pancakes covered in maple syrup on my plate, and I gobbled it up hurriedly. "Don't eat so fast," my mom said, "you'll choke."