Micah pov
I was waiting in Dr.truse office.
I can't be having these dreams again. Every time I continue to let them happen. Somebody get hurt or the person in my dream dies. I can't lose dylan I can't.
"Well hello micah"
"Hey Dr.truse"
She took her seat
"What brings you back to me?"
"The dreams their back. Again"
"Hmm about who?"
"Umm..."
Damn what is dylan to me
Fuck it.
"...my boyfriend."
"Oooo boyfriend. Tell Me about him . Is he nice did something recently happen between y'all? Bad or good?"
"Is he nice? Yes. He's super sweet and loving. Goofy and everything. Perfect. And we can't forget about those looks boy."
"Hmm seems like somebody is in love? Can we safely say that?"
"I mean. Yea we can. I love him. Too death he's literally my everything. He just means the world to me and I don't even know how to explain it to him. Words can really describe how much I love him."
"Hmm excellent. What happened between yall recently?"
I looked down and rubbed my stomach.
"OMG that's great. A baby! How far along?"
"3 weeks"
"Beautiful. So tell me how did he get hurt in this dream?"
"He walked in my room and he killed himself"
"Did u see him die?"
"No I was screaming and he woke me up before I saw him fall"
"Was the scene a little familiar?"
I sat and thought..
"Umm nope. Not this time."
"Hmm I remember last time you said that. Let's think a little harder. "
"I can't think of anything"
"How about. When your grandfather died? How'd he die."
"He got shot. At a gas station. Late at night. Around 3:21am"
"Those details sound a little vivid for somebody who experienced this at 10"
"...."
I sat back and thought harder..
Grandpa what happened to you.
"Thats just something you let your mind believe. Not really what happened it just made everything feel better."
Dig mic dig.
Grandpa what hap-
Flash back.
I sat at the bottom of my bed watching tv. I think it was sponge bob. I don't really remember.
I wasn't supposed to be up. But I couldn't sleep. Those dreams had been bothering. They weren't as horrible I figured they were finally going away. It had been a minute since I seen my dad. I wasn't really upset.
While I decided to go sit on my bed. The door creaked open. I thought I was in so much trouble.
But of course it wasn't my mom. It was my grandad. He stayed with us since he lately got diagnosed with some brain thing. He served in the army. So it was just a side effect. He was never better or worse. He just had his days.
"Sweetheart. Why are you up?"
"Sorry grandpa I can't really sleep. "
"Are you having those dreams?"
"No pa. I'm fine."
I didn't really want him worrying. Knowing his condition he get a little worrisome.
"Well that's good. Well lay down sweetie."
He turned my tv off.
And walked out .
I layed their trying to sleep but something worried me. I couldn't sleep. Something was gonna happen. I could feel it. Even at 10 I could sense it.
About 20 minutes later
The door opened again. The person sat down at my bedside.
I was faking sleep I thought it was my mom.
But the voice. It was my grandad. He thought I was sleep.
"Hey baby. You kno I love you right. I mean your the best thing that has ever happened to me. You and your brother. I love you so much. I know your gonna do great in life. Do great for me . And I'm sorry. I really am. This has to be done."
What?
I sat up to let him kno I was awake and it was okay cause he didn't wake me up cause I was already up. And I love him too.
When I sat up he was standing by my door looking up
The object in his hand I couldn't make out. Until the last minute
"I'm sorry. I love you"
He placed the object to his head and pulled the trigger.
"GRANDPA NOOOOO!!!MOM MOM MOM!!!!"
I was in so many tears. My mom ran into the room and fell to her knees.
After that everything went blank.
Flash back over
I had tears streaming down my face.
Dr.truse was trying to get my attention
"Micah. Are you okay"
"My grandad. It was him. He was in my dream. He killed himself. I..I gotta go"
I hurried out the door. I can't believe that's what this is about. But what does this mean is dylan gonna get hurt? Die?
