The Sixth Sense

Chapter Nine: Dream

"Isa?" Heather repeated on the phone. I was talking to her for hours now. "Isn't that a goddess of something?"

"Yeah," I agreed, although I really don't know much about goddesses. "Well, she's pretty you know," I lied down on my bed and stared at the ceiling.

"I realized that," Heather said, "We've been talking about her for hours now Bri,"

I laughed.

"Yeah, it's just that I can't get her out of my mind," I told her as I stuck my phone between my ear and my shoulder. "It's like I've already seen her somewhere."

"Like in a dream?"

"No," I took my shoes off. "In another lifetime, I think."

"Speaking of another lifetime," she cut me off. "Are you going to tell your mom about your encounter with your father while you were in a coma?"

"I-" I mumbled then I stopped to think. "If I told my mom what happened and what I have learned about her, she might send me back to the hospital, or more likely a mental institution."

Heather laughed. "Yeah, you should go and tell your mom,"

"No I will not," I disagreed. "She'll freak out if I told her."

"Then leave out the details, tell her it's just a dream,"

"Yeah, alright," I finally agreed. "Thank you Heather," I breathed in relief.

"For what?" she asked when she already knew the answer.

"For being my best friend," I gladly and sincerely said, finding myself smiling at the thought of her. "I love you for that," I told her with pure emotions. Heather was silenced on the other end of the phone. I could imagine her turning red and smiling like a little girl. "Are you blushing?" I teased.

"No," she replied sounding a little bit flattered. I laughed at her response. "I know that you know that I love you too," she sounded awkward when she said that but I have to admit, she sounded cute.

"So you're getting touchy on me right now?" I teased again.

"Shut up and pucker up that little smirk off you face," she said sounding annoyed. "I could feel it all the way here,"

Typical Heather.

"Okay," I said as I laughed hearing her pissed and cute at the same time. "I'm going off to bed now," I looked at the clock on my bedside table. It was almost eleven. "So, you should too, good night Heather."

"Good night Brian," she said and I waited for her to hang up.

I turned my phone off, placed it on my bedside table. I sat up right, took off my shirt and looked at my scar. I can't believe I had a mild heart attack. It's hard for me to digest the fact that my heart almost gave out because of all the drama that's been happening in my life. I have to be careful from now on. Take care of my heart as though I can't have heartaches for the meantime. I turned off the lights and lied down on my bed. I was tired and I haven't changed my clothes yet. But slowly, my eyes began to shut and once I have shut them completely, my soul started to wander again.

I was dreaming of course. I was in the hospital again; just coming right outside the elevator and it was the 23rd floor. I got off the elevator and to the hallway, a very long hallway. It was illuminated with lights hanging on each door. It was creepy and eerie. I turned to the elevator and saw that it was going down to the ground floor. I pushed the button for it to come back after me but it just went down. I waited but nothing happened. So I went to find the stairs.

I had seen this part of the hospital before. This is where they stationed impossible cases and the creepy patients. But as I walked and walked into the deeper part of the never-ending hallway, I found myself in front of red big double door, the exact door for special patients. Hesitantly, I pushed it, knowing that it was calling me and there is no way back now. I looked back and saw the lights in the hallway flickered out one by one. I went inside the familiar door and closed it behind me. It was a large room with only one bed beside the bricked window.