Sweet Dreams

Chapter 3

They are getting worse. It has been a week and every night the terrible nightmares come back to haunt me. Every dream gets more and more terrifying. More disturbing.

It's dinner time and my heart is already racing. I don't know why I'm getting so worked up about. I mean, they're just dreams right? I used that to convince myself for a few days. But now? I'm not so sure. I stare off into space before my mother's voice interrupts my thoughts.

"What?" I ask. "I said 'Would you like some more spaghetti? '." she repeats. Clearly annoyed. Knowing I'm usually the one to be chowing down on whats infront of me. Especially if its spaghetti. But not lately. So I just say "No thanks." Everyone seems shocked by my rejection but quickly shrug it off. So as the rest of the family engages in conversation, I sit quietly eating bites of spaghetti.

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I look like a zombie. Foaming from the mouth as I brush me teeth. I look like I came straight from a horror movie. I stand infront of the mirror lazily. I notice a small movement in the cornor of my eye. I look over to see Logan in the doorway. I quickly spit and wipe my mouth.

"Hey Bud, whats up?" I ask. Of course I don't really expect an awnser. I just like talking to him. He just stares up at me. Eyes full of sympathy. Though he dosen't know what I'm going through, Logan understands. Then suddenly he lunges into a hug.

It takes me a second to figure out what just happened, but I hug him tigthly around me. We stood there embracing each other until I lift him up and bring him to his room. I carefully laid him down on his bed before I snuggle in beside him. We just lay there in silence until he falls asleep. Logan always seems to understand. Though he can't speak, he always seems to know.

When he finally feel asleep, I quietly got up and tiptoed down the stairs to the living room. I plunked myself down on the chester field and turned on the T.V. I somehow got to one of Isabella's cartoons so I decide to stay on that. I took out my phone and saw I got a text. From Scarlett Haven, a girl in my English class. She texts me all the time. They all start with 'How ya doin?' which end up as 'You wanna hang?'. There is a part of me who wants to get to know Scarlett, but right now, I don't want to talk to anyone. So, I just delete it. I put my earbuds in my ears and blast the music. And before I know it, I'm asleep.

**I'm so cold. But I'm not sure if I'm shivering because I'm freezing or out of fear. The constant tears pour out of my eyes. My throat burns as I scream out "What do you want from me?!" They never answer. I don't know why I even bother trying. "What do you want?!" I yell again. Before I can scream anything else, a slash of pain rushes through my left hip. My screams are caught in my throat. Terrible croaking sounds is all that escapes from my lips. I reach for my hip and feel blood rushing down my side. He drops the knife in front of me. Blade covered in blood. My blood. I fall to my knees and cry into my dirt and blood caked hands.**

I wake up drenched in sweat. It seemed so vivid. So real. I can still feel the blood gushing from my side. But when I grab my hip, I grab my sweaty shirt. I gasp, gulping until I regained my breath. My hair is soaked so I pull it into a quick bun.

"Bad dream?" A voice behind me asked. It scared me so bad I thought I was going to throw up my stomach. My heart goes back to its rapid beat. I turn to see Karlee, hair messy and black makeup steaked down her face. It looked as if she was crying pretty hard. "Honestly, why do you care?" I ask. She just shrugs. I roll my eyes and flop back down. She walks over and sits at the loveseat across from me. "So...what's wrong?" she asks. I look over at her, confused. Is he actually trying to be nice to me? When did she ever care what's happening in my life? "You go first." I say. Her fingers tap on the table rhythmically. Her eyes were deep with thought. As if she was debating if she should tell me or not. All the sudden she lets out a big, over dramatic sigh. "Kevin broke up with me." she croaked. I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes. Karlee goes through boys like she goes through bottles of mascara. Last I herd she was dating a guy named Carter in grade 12. I try and look sympathetic towards her. "He cheated on me with Carla Dawezay." she adds with a sniff. Carla Dawezay lost her virginity in 8th grade. No surprise of course. "Now you go. She says. I can't tell her my dreams. If I tell her, what would she do? Laugh? Tell someone? I don't now. "It's nothing." I say. She glares at me. "What the hell, Jade? I decide to fucking tell you my problems! And-" I quickly shush her. "It's nothing. Just a silly dream." I whisper and leave for my room before she can say anything else.

Just a silly dream...

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"Why so glum chump?" Jordan asks. He's always so happy. It can get annoying some times actually. I had another dream after my talk with Karlee. I want to tell Jordan so bad But I'm not sure. I want to spill out everything.

I mean, I can trust him. He's my best friend. He's the most loyal guy I know. I think I'm going to tell him. Just not now. When I'm ready. "I'll tell you later." I say. He just shrugs and opens his locker. I open my locker and check my hair. Wavy tangles as always. Unlike most girls, I actually like my hair. It's just so thick and gets tangled a lot. I brush my bangs into place and rearrange my beanie. I grab my backpack and sling it over my shoulder and shut my locker. But when I look over to Jordan's locker, he isn't there.

"HEY JADE!' Scarlett shrieks. I mentally face palm myself. Here's to another English class... So as I listen to Scarlett ramble on about Synonyms, I zone myself out.

I have always been out of touch since Kayla's disappearance, but never this munch. I almost can't function. I'm never hungry, I never want to do anything or get involved, I push away pretty much everyone. I think my mom is starting to notice because every time our eyes meet, she gives me concerned looks. And a couple days ago, I saw a book on the counter titled 'Your Troubled Teen: What can you do?' I wasn't surprised at that. It's not like I'm hiding it. I don't want help though. I don't need anyone's help! I can figure this out myself! But the thing is, what am I figuring out? My dreams? My life? I'm not to sure. But right now, it doesn't help with Scarlett's shrill voice nabbing my ears off.

I walk aimlessly around the school's courtyard. It was lunch break and I was to up to going home. So I ended up heading to the big hill behind the school and sat down staring into space once again. What's wrong with me? This can't be my imagination. Kayla was long gone after 7th grade. Her case went cold shortly after the investigators started. I never fully got over her but I lived. I think bout her everyday but I can function. I survived 2 years without her! I was actually thinking I was starting to get better! But these nightmares are tearing me apart! Dreams are made by events that happened throughout your day, And normally you only dream it once. Not 36 (Yes, I have been counting) times!

I hardly even noticed a person sit down beside me. "What the hell is going on, Jade? Hmm? Something is wrong and I've noticed it for a while now. Don't think I'm blind. You have been ignoring me this whole time! So what's the deal?" Jordan asks. The irritation in his voice rising. I stay silent. "You know you can tell me, Jade. You always knew." he sys with a softer, more soothing voice. That's when the first tear fell. Then another. Then another. Suddenly, tears are running down my face and I'm sobbing. I blurt everything out. The dreams, Kaya, inner conflicts, everything. After I finished, Jordan stares straight into my eyes. With a deep look of confusion and worry. He stretches his long arms out and I fall into them instantly. I sob some more in his shoulder. Crying until my eye ducts were dry. And for once in my life, telling someone my troubles made me feel little better.

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A/N: YAAAY CHAPTER 3!! Now the chapters are going to get longer and more interesting! I have so much planned for this story it's not even funny. I'm sooo excited! I'll try to upload another chapter later. But until then, FARWELL MY LOVLIES!

~ Julia