Critical Love.

CHAPTER 1-

I wake with a start. My body shaking. I know why too. The dream. The same dream that still haunts me everytime I close my eyes. I know I never saw what happened to my dad, but I still have a self made horror film in my head. It's been 5 years and still to this day I can't move on. My dad was a 2 star general in the Army. He was on his 5 tour in Iraq. His humvee was hit by an RPG. When I finally snap out of my daze I realize that I'm crying. I sigh and wipe my cheeks with the heel of my hand. Reluctantly I hop out of my bed. My feet make sticky sounds as I walk across my dark brown wood floors that my dad put in when I was a baby. I'm nineteen now. As soon as I see myself in the mirror I realize it's obvious that I haven't been sleeping good. I try my hardest not to look, but I can't help it. My eyes are puffy from sleep deprevation and from my unconsious crying. That doesn't help my already awkward looks. I have a normal face, but my eyes are small and my lips are fuller. My dark blonde hair is in a mess too. It's weird not having to worry about school in the mornings anymore. I just graduated high school last week. I quickly wash my face and brush my teeth and head downstairs.

CHAPTER 2-

As soon as I open my door I smell my favorite breakfast dish. My moms homemade cinnamon rolls. Then I hear my mom talking on the phone. "Well what time do we need to be at the chruch?" She says. She's talking to either my brother, Carson, or his fiancè, Angela, about their wedding this Saturday in London. Today's Tuesday and we're leaving tomorrow night so we can spend some time with Carson and Angela before the wedding craze. When my mom sees me come downstairs she smiles, walks over a kisses the top of my head. "Well we can catch a cab there if we need to. It's no big deal. Our hotel is only about 2 miles from the church." My mom says. "Who are you talking to?" I ask her. She mouths Carson at me. They've been on the phone non stop for the past few days. I have to finish packing today for London. "Okay honey. We'll see you soon. I'll text you before we board. I love you." She says and hangs up the phone. "Your brother can't wait to see you and neither can Angela. He told me to tell you that they got your dress in yesterday and that they'll think you'll love it." She says. "Is it my size? I e-mailed Angela that I needed a size 10." I say. "That's what it is." My mom says with a smile. My mom has always been very beautiful. I look nothing like her. I'm a carbon copy of my father. Carson looks like my mom though. My mother has long, black, big curled hair and dark blue eyes. Her lashes almost touch her eyebrows. She is beautiful even after everything she's been through. She's the strongest woman I know. I could only hope to be like her one day. As soon as my mom opens the oven the sweet smell of cinnamon wafts through the kitchen making my mouth water. She hands me a plate and I grab 2 rolls. As soon as I sit down I pick one up and take a bite. It burns my mouth, but I don't care honestly. "Slow down, Elise. You're gonna get choked!" My mother says handing me a glass of milk. "I had the dream again last night." I blurt out, my words slurred by food. "Was it the same?" My mother asks. "Exactly. Nothing changed." I say in a monotone. "I have them too. The nightmares. I know how you feel. It's like your stuck. Just can't move on." My mom says in a depressed voice. I know exactly what she means.