Diaries: Seasons

16: Dreamscape

Tristian

BEEP!
BEEP!
BEEP!

Ugh. I have the biggest headache right now. What is that noise?

Looking around, I see that I'm in my old bedroom...? I see my old tv in the corner, my coffee table in the same spot in the middle of the room, my soft lavender carpet, and posters of Trey Songz and Chris Brown on the wall, untouched. I look down and realize I'm in my old bed!

"Tristian, come down for breakfast, sweetie!"

I push the covers back and place my feet on the familiar carpet, unconsciously walking down the stairs to greet my mother...? What's wrong with this picture? Am I crazy?

"Hey honey. Can you go get your brother for me?" Mom asked. "I have my hands full trying to make breakfast and in the morning, no one listens to me. Plus, Josiah's not awake yet and I need every piece of peace I can get." She commented.
"Yeah, I've got him." I said.

Slowly walking up the stairs, I find myself in front of Christian's bedroom door. I knock, giving him privacy instead of just barging in like usual, and after a while, no one comes to the door. Even though I wanted to give him privacy, he was taking too long and I could really go for some breakfast right about now. I opened the door to find no one in the room. I called his name a couple times, pulling the covers off of his bed and scanning his bathroom but still no one answered or appeared.

"Mom," I yelled, running down the stairs, "Christian's not in his room! Did he go out or something?" I asked, concerned.
"No, he's up there. Go back and get him." She assured, waving me away.
"He's not there, Mom." I pressed, confused.
"If you don't go up there and get that boy, I'mma hurt you and hurry up!" She called.
"Whatever Maya," I called back, walking back up the stairs.
"You better watch it, girl. You know I'll pull up that belt in a heartbeat, quicker than you can say 'Oh shit!' And if you say that, you're getting another whoopin." She warned.
"Love you, too, Mom." I muttered. I went back up up the stairs and saw that the door was closed. That's weird. I don't remember closing the door after leaving his room. Cautiously turning the knob, I slowly opened the door to find Christian asleep in his bed. What is going on? I yanked the cover off of him to see him in his normal bedroom attire.

"Christian," I whispered, "time to wake up." I tried to shake him and my hand went right through him like a hologram or something. It scared me and I snatched my hand back like I'd touched fire. What is going on?!

Punching him for the hell of it, it was like a dream. He was solid again. Groaning, he rolled himself into a ball for a few seconds until he shot right up, glaring daggers at me. I smile sheepishly and his eyes breathe fire.

"Get out!" He screamed viciously. I was at a loss for words. He never yelled at me unless something was really wrong or I was annoying him to death and I literally just got here. Then he wasn't even solid a minute ago! I am losing my mind. I look at him one more time before exiting abruptly.

"Is he coming down?" My mom asked as I sulked down the stairs.
"I don't know. I'll just eat, I guess," I mumbled quietly.
"What's wrong?" She asked, continuing to make breakfast.
"It's nothing, really." I muttered. Thankfully, she dropped the subject and went on with making our food. The air was calm and quiet which was kind of strange for our family, ever since I could actually remember. It was nice, really nice.

Minutes later, faint cries rang throughout the hallway to meet us in the kitchen. My mom sighed deeply before turning off the stove and putting my food on my plate quickly. She left, obviously upset that her tranquility was interrupted yet again but loved the child enough to go get him.

"Hey JoJo." I cooed babyishly in his face. Giggling, he shied away from me. I see you, JoJo, trying to act brand new at the age of two. I tickled his neck and he curled himself into a ball into my mother.

"I got you later, Jo. You better watch out," I warned playfully, pointing from my eyes to his.

Christian came down a couple minutes later, looking pissed. Mom didn't even see him come down as he angrily sits down across from me, stabbing his fork into his food.

"Tristian came into my room and punched me in the gut for no reason at all." He blurted, revengefully.
"Tristian!" My mom roared. I scowled at him and turned back to my furious mother slowly with an innocent but uncomfortable smile. "Wake up!" She screamed angrily.
"What?" I demanded.
"Wake up!" Christian yelled. "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"

"WAKE UP!"

I gasp, sitting straight up from my dream. I look around wondering where my bed was, where my my rug was, where my posters were, where the stairs outside of my door were and most of all, where my family was.

"Where'd it go?" I mumbled.
"Good to see you're back, babe." Jasper snidely responded. Someone has got to be joking right now. Where are the cameras and crew when you need them? I really, really need you guys to pop out and tell me that this is some twisted reality tv show and that Jasper is a hell of an amazing actor. Tears corral in my eyes as I start to feel ill. The churning in my stomach is uncomfortable and makes me nervous. Did he give me something again? Am I going to be okay? I lean over the bed as the bile in my throat begins to surface and before you know it, I'm getting sick all over his floor. Jasper finds his way beside me and pulls my hair back, rubbing his hand on my back in slow, comforting circles.
"It's okay, Tris. I'll get you some ginger ale." He assured me but then he mumbled something that thought I couldn't hear. "I think it worked."
"What worked?" I blurted rashly, petrified of the answer.
"You'll see in nine months," he said smugly.

No.
No, no, no!

OMG, if any of you read that weird part of my story posted as SAM SMITH, you know that I went to my first concert ever ft. Gavin James and my main man, Samuel Frederick Smith. Oh, Sam was just amazing. He has the voice of an angel and he's super attractive. Like it shocked the hell out of me how attractive he was in person because pictures can only do so much but daaaaaaamn! And the act before him, Gavin James, was perfection. He could sing his lungs out and his falsetto was flawless. Not on crack or waver in his voice. Their performances were like smooth chocolate. The whole concert was spotless and the next time I'm in his audience, I'm going to be in the front row, basically performing with him.