Give me my Hershey Kisses

Chapter 8

            I was in the car with Chris. Just driving along, when he received a text. Just as a looked at his  phone, I saw a car in front of us. I closed my eyes and braced for impact. I heard screeching, glass braking, crashes and the sound of tires popping. 

       When my eyes had opened Chris was gone and I wasn't in his car. I turned around and saw no sign of him or his car. The only thing I saw was the wreckage of the other car. Nothing else was there. It was an empty street.  The buildings on the sides of the street were vacant. 

       I was about to look for some sign of life, when I heard crying. I turned towards the wrecked car and all I saw was a thick cloud of smoke. I could hear the crying was coming from within the smoke.  I started to walk towards the crying, when I felt a pain in my chest. That cry. It was my cry. At this point. I started running. I ran until the cloud of smoke vanished.

       The damaged car has changed into my parents car, just as it was the day of the accident. I was about to run when I remembered the crying. I walked around the car, careful not to step on any of the glass, until I came upon myself. 

       I was kneeling in some glass, with a small pool of blood around my knees. I was dressed how I was on my 16th birthday. 

       I had a new dress. Well my mom bought it from the thrift shop, but I loved it. I was pale yellow, with a buch of different coloured roses on it and came just above my knees. It had a long tear along the side of it, but my mom knew her way with a needle and thread. When she was finished I felt like a princess, although in the back of my mind I wish I could have had better.

       My mom also bought a brand-new curling iron, since the old one didn't work anymore. When she curled my hair and applied a little bit of makeup I looked absolutely beautiful. We didn't do much that day except go out to eat, but I never been out to eat. 

       The me in the dream was dressed exactly the same, except the tear was back in the dress and her hair was distressed. I couldn't see her face because her hair was in the way, so I walked up towards her quietly. She didn't notice, until I stepped on a piece of glass. She looked up at me. Her make up was running and smeared. 

       "They're dead," She said while sobbing. I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't. She dropped her head down. "It our fault though."

       "It's not our fault." The thought of it being....well, my fault makes me sick.

       "Think about it," She said, without moving. "The only reason they'll go crawling to the bank is if they're  hoping to get something. You know they hated going there. So what was so important? What was so important for them to go to the bank that day? Remember, on our birthday, at dinner, when we asked for new phone and they said they'll do anything to get us that new phone we always dreamed of? They were going to try to get us that phone. They never forgot about us. They never did. So you see? It's our fault! The people that give us life are dead. We don't deserve to be here."

       She got up, keeping her head trained on the ground. She started walking and the cloud of smoke started to reappear. She stopped at the edge of the cloud. "We deserve to die," She said before she ran into the cloud. 

       I don't know why, but I ran after her. I ran, and ran, and ran, but the cloud never went away. I ran until I stumbled across this field. All the grass and flowers were dead and there wasn't a tree in sight. I looked to my right and saw three glass jars on the ground. They all had ashes in them except the last one was empty. They were labeled Mom, Dad, and You. I wanted to turn around and run, but I couldn't because a crowd of people was around me. It was a bunch of people I knew. My grandmother, childhood friends, childhood bullies. Anyone I had memory of was there. Even Chris and Makayla was there.