Dead Man Walking 🌪 Twisters

Energy Drinks and Sour Candy

"Wake up Dill Pickle. We're almost there."

I let out a gasp as I am shaken out of a not very peaceful sleep. I open my eyes to meet Dani. I sit up nearly falling out of my seat as the RV hit a large pothole. "Stupid nightmares."

"What was it about this time?" She asked sitting next to me.

"I don't want to talk about it." I mumble, rolling my eyes as she says the same thing.

"It won't get any better until you talk about it."

I let out a laugh before taking a long sip of my energy drink. "Self-destruction is my preferred method."

"No shit."

I sit back in my seat, letting my mind drift over to the continuous nightmare that plagues my sleep. It has been 5 years since that dreadful day, yet I still can't get past it. Granted I don't think I ever will. Or at least that's what my old therapist used to say. Aunt Cathy made me have a therapist after that day. It lasted for three months before I got tired of hearing the same things over and over again. I wasn't going to believe anything that she said. I had my guilts about that day. That was normal. That was something that I didn't think would ever change. Still I would like to be able to sleep with dreaming of that day. 

They started out with me just reliving the day, but then they turned darker. Some times Kate would be killed. Or I would be sucked into the tornado, only waking up right before I hit the ground. After a while of have these dreams, I had come accept the fact that I'll never escape it. Even though I've learned to live with it, it doesn't make it any easier. I still can't sleep very well though. I'm only able to sleep a few hours every night and survive off of energy drinks. As I said before, self-destruction is the path I have chosen.

I grab my camera, wrapping the strap around my neck as we pull into the gas station. I smile when I see people start surrounding Tyler's truck. I quickly got out of the RV and climbed up to the top. I sit on the roof, quickly taking photos.

"Baby, make sure you get my good side." I look over to see Boone smiling at me. He was Tyler's right hand man. He was holding my video camera that was live streaming everything to you tube.

"What good side?" I wink. I laugh at the offended look on his face before snapping a quick photo of it. I pull up the photo and look at it. "I think the girls would love this one."

"The only girl I care about is you."

This time Lily interrupted him. "In your dreams." She spoke quieter this time looking up at me. "When are you going to give him a chance?"

"When cows fly."

I had been with this group for a little over a year. I took an extended break from photography after that day. I went 3 years without touching a camera. Every time I did, I would have a panic attack. I couldn't bring myself to do anything related to photography. I tried to do other things to get my mind off of photography, even college. I got my associates in social media and marketing two years ago. I worked for a couple companies, but it never felt right. So, I finally quit and started doing photography again. I did a lot of candid's. Families and couples. But then that didn't feel right either. Until Tyler Owens came into the picture. Literally.

I was at a park sitting in the grass taking photos of the sky. It was about to rain, so the clouds were dark and scattered. It felt right taking photos of the storm like that, even if a part of it did terrify me. Right as I was about to take a photo, Tyler stepped into the frame. I remember being so mad he messed up my photo, but he didn't care. The only thing he said was 'Dylan Marsh. You're a very hard girl to find.' He had been looking for a photographer for his content and had stumbled across my storm photos from before the accident. He fell in love with my photos, so he tracked me down.