Day 4 - Days Left 1
"No!" I scream shrilly as I throw myself into a sitting position so quickly that I get dizzy. At the same time, I cause Jax to leap off my bed in a rush of fear. I throw my hand out to grab my necklace off my nightstand and then I clip it on. I stare blankly at the wall and start thinking. At first, I was surprised that Noah and or my mother didn't come running to my room at the sound of my scream. But then I shrug that thought away because I guess they are used to it by now. I mean it happens every year around this time.
This morning I woke up with a rush. Last night I was only about seventy percent wrong about believing that I would dream sweetly all night. I mean for most of the night my dreams were sweet but then I woke up around four thirty A.M. —I looked at the clock. When I woke up I was able to roll over and go back to sleep basically instantly. But the second I closed my eyes I was haunted by a slightly fuzzy dream version of my saddest memory —and a topic of my talk last night with Jordan. And that is the reason I woke up screaming 'No' because my dream was a twisted dream version of the day that my family got the note saying that my father had passed away. Okay well, I guess that it wasn't all that "twisted" but that feels like the only right word to say. Then again there was no twist to the dream at all. I purely just had to relive the saddest day of my life as a dream.
When I look down at my hands and away from the wall I see my hands are shaking like crazy with fear and I can't help but also feel the hint of something else, another emotion, a stronger one . . . anger. Jax jumps back onto my bed and nudges my hand with his little wet nose as he sits by my leg. I can tell that he senses my mood and he is trying to calm me down. I smile at him and then adjust my hand so that I can run my fingers through his corn-colored fur. And then it hits me —thankfully at the same time, Jax moves to a different spot on my bed. Today is the wedding. I —literally— jump out of bed and run to my bedroom door where the bag with my dress in it is hanging. I realize that I never did look inside the bag to see which dress River picked for me to wear today. I hurriedly unzip the bag to see which dress is inside. It's the blue-green dress. I smile. I guess she knew which one I wanted the most even though I didn't know myself. I zip the bag up again and then open my door. I call for Jax to follow me. But before he even jumps off the bed I am out the door and headed down the hall. Then I am down the stairs and walking through the living room. Then I am about to turn the corner to the dining room. Which is where I swear I hear everyone at the table and the sound of glasses tells me that they are all drinking something. I comb my hair with my fingers quickly. Trying to look more presentable by taming my hair. I laugh to myself and stop combing my hair. Then I take a breath and I smell it in the air. Coffee. Eww. Despite the fact that I hate the smell. I put on a smile.
But before I can continue to walk around the corner and into the dining room someone grabs my shoulder with one hand and covers my eyes with the other from behind. Instinctively and because I am still shaken from my dream. I jab my elbow into —what I estimate to be — the person's stomach. I hear them wince and I instantly regret what I did. I am in my own house. Why would someone want to attack me in my own house? I feel both their hands pull back and I have to blink for a second since my eyes were covered in total darkness. I hear the person moan as I turn around to see who it is. It's Jordan and he has his arms wrapped around the area just below his chest. I roll my eyes and shove him further away from the dining room so that I can yell at him and so that we are both now by the second-floor steps. But when he moans again I sigh
"Are you okay? I did not know I was that strong." I say stating the honest truth but I can't hide the hint of pride in my voice.
"You're not." He says removing his arms from the middle area. He laughs but then he winces again and I can see in his eyes that he is resisting the urge to wrap his arms around himself again. "Okay so maybe you are a little stronger than the average girl." He says with a sigh then he moans "I think you bruised something." he wines. I barely stifle a laugh and he can tell "It is not funny." He says sternly but I can hear the laughter in his voice and I can see it in his eyes.
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Eternal Ember
Teen FictionEmber Hestia Willaims is the second-born child and only daughter of Hazel and Jonas Williams and the only sibling to Noah Williams. Her father died when she was 10 years old by death fighting in a war, leaving Ember, Her Mother, and older brother No...
