Great dreams and Terrifying Nightmares

Chapter Two: My one fear

After school, I walked to my red locker to find a note fly out to me. It was folded neatly with care, perfectly parallel lines were horizontal across the page, in the color of a light blue, like the sky. I held the note in both of my hands as I looked to my left, then to my right, questioning who put a note in my locker.

I sighed to release some anxiety, before looking down at the white paper once again. I opened it surly, wondering if I should open it. I licked my lips nervously and raised my eyebrows. It read:

James,

Trust me, I just want to help you. Your dreams come true, and you can change them. And even though you already know this, it can destroy whatever fate has in line for you. Give me a call:

130-168-6464.

It was in perfect hand writing. As if he put effort into it, the ink was so black it was easier to read. I looked up into my locker with confusion. Thoughts swirled in my head like a tornado, one after the other.

I stood there for a few seconds, My breathing quickened and I wasn't sure if I should be angry, or happy. Then I scrambled for my phone quickly, ready to call this unknown number. 

I typed the ten numbers into my phone before before pressing the smooth screen to my face. my jaw clenched twice as the phone rang like a drum in my ear, once, twice, until I heard his voice. Each time it rang, my hear raced quicker and quicker. "James," He seemed relieved, like he was starring at his phone, losing hope I wouldn't call. 

"Meet me at the basket ball court in twenty minuets." I told him before pulling the phone away from my face and hanging up. I sighed heavily, there is only one thing I am worried about. One thing I'm not willing to risk.

"James," Her smooth voice called out to me.

I instantly turned my head to her, her eyes sparkles like the stars and her hair flowed down to her waist like a waterfall. Her lips were as pink and as innocent as petals on a flower. Her face showed a great amount of worry. 

"Hey," I slightly faked a smile, I was relieved to see her. She put my mind at ease. I closed my eyes while pressing my lips to her forehead. I grabbed her hand. Finally, I pulled away and my eyes met hers.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yes," I nodded. "Absolutely." I cracked a smile. I hoped with all my heart she wouldnt find out I am lying.

Okay, okay. I get it, lying to someone you love it horrible. However, I only did it so who ever this guy is, wont hurt her. So if lying is horrible, then losing someone, or them even getting hurt, is tragic. 

"I just have to go okay?" I held her hand with a stronger grip, I made sure I didn't hurt her in the process. I didn't want to ever let her go, but I knew I had to. Then I kissed her, holding her face with my left hand and holding her hand in my right.

Then I grabbed my back pack off the hanger and swung it over my shoulder. With that I turned my back to her and walked away, to the basket ball court. I clenched my jaw, surly knowing I would see her tomorrow. 

.............

"Who are you?" I asked him, I was standing maybe three meter sticks away. I made sure I kept my distance. Like a fly keeping its distance from fire. 

"I go by many names," He crossed his arms. He didn't seem like he wanted to start a fight, but he didn't seem like he wanted to cooperate either. 

"I am gonna ask you again." I raised my eyebrows. "only this time, you're gonna tell me a real answer." I explained. I wanted a definite answer. "Who are you?" I asked again, only this time, I was more strict. 

"William" he responded. "My friends call me Will, so I guess you can't call me that." He shrugged. He didn't seem to be anxious, or frightened in any way. He seemed more relaxed.

Even his posture made it seem like he was calm. His shoulders weren't tense and his hands were buried deep in his blue jean pockets

"William it is," I snapped. "What did you mean by all of this?" I asked, glaring. I clenched my hands into fists as I took a deep quiet sigh.

"Your dreams," He began. "They come real don't they? Well, most people believe you cant change fate. You prove them wrong, and you know it." He raised his eyebrows and slightly smiled.

By now I was completely sure he was insane. Yes, I do get a dream from today, Adam was supposed to punch me. But he doesn't know that, William doesn't know what he is talking about.

"Your insane," I told him with a scoff. "And I am wasting my time." Realization shot me like a bullet. So with that, I shoved my shoulders into my pockets, turned around and walked away.

"Your mother," He called out, stopping me dead in my tracks. "They told you she died comig home from work. I guess even they don't know the truth."

My jaw clenched and anger burned like a fire inside me, my blood ran cold and my fingers began to shake due to the rage. I kept my back turned to him. He shouldn't talk about her like he knows her, like they know each other. I paced my breathing.

"I know about your dreams, and I know about your mother." he called out. I could feel him comig closer and closer as time passed by.

I raised my eyebrows and licked my lips, hoping it would release some frustration. But it didn't, I turned around and ran up to him. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer, just to make sure he wouldn't get away.

"Shut up!" I yelled in his face. "Don't talk about her like you know something about her! You know nothing, okay? Nothing!" My chest raised and dropped with every breath I took, my hand still shook more and more as time passed by. Then I pushed him away.

Then I stood there, just staring at him as the frustration ran through my veins. I began to shake my head he knows nothing. Nothing. "Why aren't you scared?!" I sighed taking a few steps back from me.

"Because you know, I know." He explained blankly. " besides deep down you know I'm right. You didn't tell anybody but you knew your mother would die."

That's when the frustration went away. Instead I stood there staring at him with curiosity in my eyes. As much as I hate to admit it, he us right.

"You regret it endlessly. You regret not telling her or anyone and you blame yourself for her death." He seemed heartless. Its like he didnt care that I lost someone. Maybe he didnt care. I dont blame him.

"You cant live in regret. She is gone and she isnt coming back." His eyes never left mine.

I shook my head again. I stood there glaring at him with my fists clenched.

"I can help you," He informed me. He still didnt seem scared. "Too many people have died trying to save lives, but you?" he shook his head. "I know you will do whatever it takes," he shrugged. "After all, you only have one fear." 

I closed my eyes and sighed, wishing he would just go away. But in the end. I knew he was right. Now that my mother is gone, I'm only afraid of on thing.

But he doesn't know that. Right?

I licked my lips and spun around so fast I was convinced be didn't even see it coming. " Yeah?" I asked with a glare. "And whats that?"

He stood there, completely emotionless. His eyes were as cold as a wonderful day and he sighed once before the two words spilled from his mouth.

"Your girlfriend."