After college, and after Peter had dropped me off at my place, I went up to my room and found the Album. I flicked through the photos again and then read the letter. I had to bite my lip from screaming. I hate my family.
I fell asleep with tears pricking my eyes.
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I woke up on the floor with my clothes all damp and sweaty. I had been dreaming that my sister was being murdered and I was the murderer.
I started to shake and whimper with tears brimming in my eyes. What's happening? Am I still dreaming? After a few more minutes my whimpers had gone down and there was no more shaking. I got up, I can't see... Everything was blurry and moving, I steadied myself and roles myself back into my bed and fell asleep once again.
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This time the dream didn't come back, in fact there was no dream. I couldn't hear voices so I went to explore the house.
Once I got downstairs there was a note on the table. It read:
Gone to Ella's
Back around 5ish
Food is in the fridge
Feed the cat
Mum xxx
Oh how I loved my mom. She gives you the minimalist amount of information of where she is and what she expects you to do. She didn't even tell me what bloody time she left the house. She also wrote 'mum' the English way. I Hated it.
I always wondered why my mother never told me her plans until then minute she was stepping out of the door to get to her destination. She could have woken me up or wrote it on my calendar or even TOLD me she as going somewhere.
I looked at the clock, 11:56 okay, plenty of time to sleep. I wanted to sleep, badly but I didn't want to have the dream come back and haunt me. Ugh I shuddered just thinking about it.
I wondered into the kitchen to look for some food. Instead I found my phone in the sink. What The Fuck??? I swear I left it in my bag yesterday, I swear. Who the hell has been looking through my bag! I took my phone and switched it on, works fine. I found 4 texts from Holly, 3 from Alice, 2 from Izzi and 76 notifications from Instagram, 76!?
What The hell is wrong with people???
I opened the fridge, grabbed a baguette already filled with some sort of filling and a frozen mocha. I found a straw in the cupboard next to the fridge and went into the sitting room. I sat in my favourite armchair and put some music on. Hozier, will do. I turned back to my phone and tapped on my texts.
From Holly:
Shopping at 10ish at the Grafton center? Meet there
Alice is gonna be there too
Be there in 20
Where are you???
From Alice:
We're waiting
Hurry the Fuck up
Where the hell are you???
Oh, the polite bitch. Always kind...
From Izzi:
Cn't make it 2dy, bro mrgncy...
Tll th thrs I'm outta town pls? thx xxx
What a lovely child. Izzi was always getting bro emergencies and when she has one there is no way she will ignore it.
Izzi's brother, Luke, has cancer. She won't tell anybody anything except that he has cancer and could die any minute now. Luke is younger than us, he's 10, really young to have cancer. He has some sort of rare skin cancer and the doctors don't know what might have caused it since they live in England and have never left the country, so you know... He's had it for 8 months now and he's in a very bad, unstable condition. Izzi hates to see him like that just like all of us.
I ignored all the messages and tapped on the notifications from Instagram. Ugh, too much... And I ditched them as well.
I suddenly realised I had nearly finished my sandwich and my mocha was finished. I finished if my sandwich and felt my eyelids drooping. All I wanted to was sleep. I could sleep for the rest of the day.
I closed my eyes just barely and found myself drifting off to sleep.
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I woke up falling off the armchair all sweaty and my clothes were all crumpled and damp ugh.
I had been dreaming of Tessa again, this time we were running and, wait we weren't running, I was chasing her. In the distance I could see the edge of the cliff and the ocean beyond. I ran towards Tess, towards the edge and saw that she was silently crying and her lips were moving but I couldn't see what she was saying. We were just a few meters away from the cliff edge. She slowed down and I did the same. She stopped but I kept on walking. As she turned around I saw the fear in her eyes and the pleading too. I stepped towards her, only a meter away from her and saw her eyes searching desperetly around me, us. I stepped forward again just as she stepped back just a few centimeters away from the crumbling cliff edge. She gulped and started to cry again but I stepped forward again only arms length away from her. I pushed her fiercely so that she was now turning to face the ocean below her, us. I pushed her once again and she slipped of the edge, almost gracefully and waited a few seconds until she hit the water with a loud splash.
I had no idea where that dream had come from and why but I knew it had to do something with the dream that I had earlier this morning.
Mysterious...
I went to the downstairs bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Ugh, I look awful I splashed my face with water and dried it with a towel. The water didn't change anything but it was worth a try. Anyway water is refreshing so...
I went back into the sitting room and found that I had to go to the bathroom to pee. What The hell is wrong with me? I turned on my heels and went to the bathroom, again. When I came back I put everything back into the kitchen and stiffed my phone into my back pocket.
As I walked back up the stairs, I had a sense of someone or something watching me. Was somebody following me? Maybe it's a joke... Then I thought for a second. This isn't the first time. I had that cold shiver go down my spine. I went to my bedroom and tripped on my bag. How the hell did that get there? I fell my head landed in front of my bed. As I lay there I had a good view on what's under my bed, and then I saw it.
