My Dilemma

Kandy

Days without Dean were horrible. It's been a week since the funeral but I still woke up each morning with a sweaty body and dream something horrible yet I can't remember it. No matter how much I tried. I've been trying to figure out who might've killed Dean. But retracing our steps were harder than I thought. I just couldn't remember a thing after Dean kissed me at my door. The kiss felt like an eternity. Or at least an eternity ago. If only I can have it back..How great that would be. As I sat numbly on my bed I felt my chest tighten again. I curled up into a ball under the covers and his my face in my pillow as I cried.

Ebony came into my room quietly. She probably thought I was asleep. But I wasn't and I wasn't going to let her know I wasn't. I held my breath and shut my puffy eyes forcefully as Ebony walked around my bed to the side I was laying at. I gasped at the pain. My eyes were too swollen and it probably looked red and ugly. Dean would've laughed at me if he saw me like this. The sound of his cheerful laughter that sounded like a baby's could fill a whole room and cause others to smile too. The kind of laugh that made me fall for him. I felt more tears as it came out of my "mosquito bite" eyes.

Ebony touched my shoulder and patted it gently, "Oh honey, you have to get up sooner or later. You can't stay like this forever. I know you guys were very close but think of what he'd say if he saw you like this right now."
I looked at her, "He would make fun of me."
"Exactly. I'm sure you understand how it is." Shadow's voice was always recognizable. He was probably at the doorway with a smirk on his face. Hopefully Ebony talked enough sense into him to not make fun of me right now.
Ebony sighed, "Kandy, you look horrible."
Shadow laughed, "And you guys think I'm rude."
I shot him a dark look, "Shut up old man."
Ebony shook her head, "Get out. Now."
"Girl talk?"
"Girl talk."
"A'ight I'm out."

Somehow Ebony managed to convince me to shower and change into something new and eat lunch downstairs. I greeted my sisters with a small nod. They were chewing on their steak nervously since this was the first time I stepped out of bed since Dean's funeral.
Ebony had helped me cover up some of the red puff from my eyes but make up wasn't enough. I had to wear glasses. It helped, I guess.

I spent the day relaxing in the backyard with my feet in the cool water of the pool. What had happened after Dean left? I'm pretty sure I went to sleep. But I honestly don't remember. I must've blacked out after that. But the dreams. They know something. I'm sure of it. And it has something to do with Dean's death and his killer. It just had to.