Dreams V.S. Reality

CHAPTER 1

Falling, that's all I was doing, falling. At least I think I was. There was nothing around me, nothing but darkness that is. There was no wind tossing my long brown hair around, nothing for me to have fallen from, and no sounds coming from my terrified mouth. I knew I was dreaming, however, because I had had this dream many times before. The same falling into a black nothingness, and still not knowing what to make of it. I just waited to wake up in sweat and my own urine. Each time I had this dream I was afraid, and I'm not really sure why. I knew what was going to happen, and yet it felt so real. Is this even possible, thinking inside a dream? Am I actually thinking or am I talking out loud, I can't tell. 

"Lia... Lia..." I heard from a distance "LIA!!!"

I jerked up from my bed and started coughing immediately.

"Here I brought you some water, I thought you would have that horrible cough. Like you usually do of course." My mom handed me a cold glass of water, pushing my hair out of my face. "Better?"

"Yes, thank you mom." I took slow sips. "I should probably take a shower." I pointed down at my pants, that were now soaked in warm urine.

"Yeah probably." As I started off to the bathroom my mom stopped me. "Hey Lia, maybe you should see someone."

"What do you mean?"

"Like someone to talk to about your nightmares, they're just getting worse you know. I'm worried darling."

"No, they're just dreams, nothing more." I smiled, trying to calm her down. "I'll be fine, trust me I'll tell you if they get out of hand."

"Promise?"

"Promise." I walked out of my room leaving my mom thinking on my bed. She worried a lot, and the fact that her only child was having recurring nightmares and waking up covered in piss didn't help. I, of course, lied to her. My dreams were out of hand, even though it was the same dream I kept getting more and more frightened. But like I said, my mom worried, so I didn't want to worry her more. 

I stripped down and stepped into the warm water, rubbing my sweaty face. I stayed in the shower until the water became cold. As I stepped out, I grabbed my towel, and wrapped it tightly around myself. I looked into the mirror and laughed, I looked like a walking burrito. 

I walked back into my room, and was relieved to see that my mom wasn't there. My soaked sheets, however, were stripped from my bed and tossed into the laundry basket near my dresser. "What shall I wear today?" I thought aloud. I found some black ripped jeans and paired them with a white, long sleeved, crop top, a black beanie, and my favorite pair of shoes. I was about to leave my room when I remembered the silver butterfly necklace my best friend, Kate, gave me when we were in middle school. She doesn't live near me anymore however, when she was fourteen she moved across the country, and I haven't seen her since. We talk still but it's not the same as having a conversation face to face. To remind me, and other people, of our sisterly love I wear this necklace everyday. I kissed the cold silver and placed it around my neck. I, personally, thought I looked great, but my mom didn't.

"Lia, what is that?" My mom said pointing at my outfit as I walked into the kitchen for breakfast.

"My clothes... please mom I don't want to hear a lecture about how I'm showing too much skin."

"Well you are, you're too young, boys are going to take it the wrong way. You don't want that do you?"

"No I don't, but it's only a sliver of my stomach and legs. When I go to the beach or the pool I'm showing way more skin than this, it's not a big deal mom." I grabbed an apple from the table and leaned against the counter, raising my eyebrows at my mom. "I'm not walking around naked, unless you'd prefer that?"