Dream Weaver

Chapter 5

 The morning after the dream I sat up and recorded everything into my Dream Journal. My thoughts were filled with what they said. Of course I missed them, more than anyone would ever know, but all last night was was a dream. Nothing more. The promise I had made to Vincent ran through my mind and I rubbed my head. I was crazy for what I was about to do, but I had to prove Vincent wrong.. even if it only was a dream.

I closed my eyes, and as I sat on the bed I crossed my legs. I had to think of who to picture with me first. Not Vincent, he'd rub it in my face the moment he got there. Lulu and Nona would pick a fight over who got imagined first so they had to be imagined in the middle. Elody might work, but then again everybody had some kind of feud with Zyx while I was by the waterfall. So, to prove them all wrong, Zyx was the one that I pictured in my mind first.

I sat there imagining Zyx for what seemed to be five minutes. A small thud startled me, and when I opened my eyes Zyx was there, in real life, trying to steady himself. I could feel my eyes widen even more then they were before. Zyx straightened up. He wore a long black coat that was zipped all the way to the top, jeans, and a pair of sneakers.

“What the..” We said the same thing at the same time. Zyx looked around the room while I sat there and stared in disbelief. The room hadn't changed much since I was ten, just new fairy figurines on new shelves.

Zyx looked at me, his red eyes narrowing to tiny slits. “Where are the others? Why am I the only one here?”

I stopped my gaping and shook my head to clear the thoughts that were racing through my head. “I tried to bring you to life first.” He looked puzzled, so I went on. “I didn't believe you guys, but if you were right and I brought Vincent here first, he would just rub it in my face. If I brought Nona and Lulu they would argue about why one was the first. I was thinking about Elody but finally I decided on you.”

Zyx was quiet, and I thought I could see the gears turning in his head. Just what about though, I wasn't sure. Suddenly, he lunged forward and pinned me on my bed, taking a pillow and stuffing it in my face. My arms flailed and I tried to kick out. The pillow was suffocating me and I needed to get it off before I stopped breathing all together.

The next thought that ran through my mind was Vincent. How he was right about Zyx, everything. Still trying to breath, I thought my only hope was him. I felt my body get heavy and decided that I had to do it fast, so I imagined Vincent with all my might, and then my body went limp, my brain fuzzy. Right after that the pillow lifted and I rolled onto my side, taking deep breaths. My mind was still fuzzy but I could have sworn that I heard fighting in the background.

I started to be shaken, and as my mind cleared I realized it was Vincent, worry written all over his face. He sat me up, an arm behind my back so that I could lean on it if need be. I didn't look at him right away, my gaze was wandering the room in search of Zyx. When I didn't see him, I finally looked at Vincent, fear written all over my face.

He pulled me onto his lap and rocked me, like he use to whenever I had a nightmare. “What were you thinking bringing Zyx to life? I told you he had changed, why didn't you listen?”

I didn't answer him at first, just stayed there as he rocked me and I calmed down. “He tried to kill me.”

Vincent nodded. “Yea, we all told you he changed.”

I mauled things over again and buried my face instinctively into Vincent's chest, tears stinging my eyes before they pooled over. Vincent rubbed my back and rocked me, trying to calm me down. I couldn't stop replaying the scene in my head. Zyx lunging, pinning me, stuffing the pillow in my face. He was really intent on killing me. A shudder ran through my body and after a little bit I stopped crying.