Almost Home

Dreams

After my meeting with the group, I went back to the café and saw mom's car waiting in the parking lot, in the same spot it was before. I opened the passenger side door and slid in the car. I slammed the door behind me and buckled my seat belt. I leaned back into my seat and crossed my arms. "Sarah, I'm sorry about earlier I-"
"Mom, save it. I just want to go home," I said quickly and angrily. My mom must of took the hint that I didn't want to talk and started up the car. She pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road.
"Honey, I'm just thinking that we've been searching for her for a long time now, the police called her dead, and the texts could just be her kidnapper messing with us. The texts don't change anything. I think you need to stop fighting and just let it be," mom said. I guess she didn't take the hint.
"Mom, I'm not giving up that easily. She could, and probably is, still out there, maybe just trapped by kidnappers. The texts are clues," I persisted.
"But the texts only happened once, how do we know they're going to happen again?"
"Mom, you're not going to change my mind, my decision is final," I insisted, "I've already decided that I'm going to try and find her, no matter what it takes."
"Well, I'm not going to drive you, neither are Lilith's, Henry's, or Kayla's parents," mom stated.
"Well, all three of us are 17 and have our license," I pointed out.
"True," she said, "But keep to your curfew and no going on more than one day long trips without my permission, okay?"
"How do I know that you're not going to say no to every trip I ask to go on?" I asked.
"Well," mom said, "You'll just have to trust the I might say yes. And if you want to defy my rules, consequences will be involved."
"Fine," I muttered.
"And also know that if you know or if there is even a slight chance you might come in contact with a kidnapper, make sure you have 911 dialed on your phone so you can press call if anything bad happens," she explained, "And also, tell me if you might come in contact with the kidnapper. I don't want to lose you like Kayla's parents lost her."
"So you're going to say don't go every time I say that?"
"Possibly."
"Whatever," I replied. We pulled into our driveway and I hopped out of the car as my mom parked it. The sun was setting on the horizon, and our house had a beautiful view of the sunset. We lived on top of a small hill, and the hill looked over the ocean. The beach was also a few minutes' drive away, but we lived in Washington, so the beach wasn't really worth going, unless it was between mid May and early October. The rest of the year it was cold enough to that going to the beach wouldn't be that fun.
I walked up the walkway to our house. Mom opened the door with her keys and we stepped inside. It was really late. I know you're thinking, the sun is setting, it's not that late. Well, I've got three words for you. It is July. Yep, it's about 9 or so, and I haven't really eaten dinner. "Do you want to eat anything?" Mom asked, looking in the fridge.
"I'll take some cheese and crackers," I said, sitting on the couch. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and saw a text from Lilith. She made a group chat with Henry, her, and I. And of course, she named it "Kayla Rescue". I'll have to say, it was a good name. Sort of. She texted, "Hey guys, where do you want to search first?" I sighed.
I typed in, "How about the cliffs on the other side of town?" I thought about it for a second, then pressed send. The little sending bar filled up immediately and it made the little ding it makes when the text is sent and delivered. I turned off my phone and my mom walked next to me and sat a plate of cheese and crackers on the coffee table in front of me. Then she sat down next to me.
"You want to watch some TV?" Mom asked.
"Sure," I replied. Mom turned on the TV and we watched some cooking shows as we ate the cheese and crackers. Soon, there was no food left and I was getting tired. I said goodnight to mom, then went off to my room. I changed into some pajamas. I pulled the covers up on my bed and laid down. I pulled the covers up to my collar bone and drifted off to sleep. Well, more like into a dream.
I was running in between trees, weaving in and out. I was breathing heavy, sweat was dripping down my forehead and onto my pale hands. Wisps of my hair got stuck to the sweat on my face. I was exhausted, but something made me keep running. I glanced behind me and saw a dark figure chasing me. All I could see were their eyes, and they were a bright, hypnotic blue. "Stop!" They called out, "It's okay! I'm not going to hurt you!"
"How do I know!" I yelled back. I kept running. Then I tripped over a root that was sticking out of the ground. I flipped and tumbled to the ground. I face planted in the dirt and realized I scratched up my hands, arms, and legs from the thorns. Thorns? I had fallen on a patch of thorns, luckily my head missed them and fell into dirt, not the prickly spikes that were tearing into my flesh.
The dark figure caught up to me and stopped by me. "I don't know if I should help you up or not," they joked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Then you might run away from me again," they laughed. I turned my face and saw their blue eyes twinkling in the moonlight.
I snorted. "Well, I would like to be helped up, seeing that I am being impaled by practically a bunch of tiny knives," I said.
"Oh, yeah," the figure said, helping me of the thorns, "Forgot about the thorns." When I stood up, I dusted the dirt off my clothes and looked at my puncture wounds. Most of them were bleeding.
"Great," I muttered, "Now I have a bunch of pinpoint wounds."
"Oh well," the figure said.
"Who are you?" I asked. I could tell the voice was male, and that he had the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen, but not much other than that.
"I'm Brian," he said. As soon as he said that, the he sounded familiar.
"Do I know you?" I asked.
"You will," he laughed. He winked, and then ran off into the woods. Then a thought crossed my mind. Why had I been running from him?
I woke up quickly. Something inside told me that the dream had to do with Kayla, but how? I brushed off the thought and told myself I would think about it in the morning. I fluffed up my pillow and drifted back to sleep.
A/N how are people liking the new story? I'm loving it! Anyway, thanks for reading!-Piper