A Dream Come True. [ Johnnie Guilbert]

Bad Dream Good News.

*Kates P.O.V*

I'm having a dream. A dream from my past. I hate having dreams that I remember, when their about my past their usually always bad like remembering my dad or something else I don't want to remember. Sometimes I have good dreams. Like maybe I have a dream about when me my mom and dad were a happy family or when I was with my Ex best friend Diego but I guess I don't really wanna remember them either. It's a tease yanno? Having to remember the good times you had with an ex best friend. The one you did everything with. The one that thinks its my fault that I left and that its my fault we're not friends. I didn't ask for this. Its not my fault that he decided to blame me and push me away and not wait for me to get out and to support me. The worst part is that I liked him. I guess that's what happens when something happens that makes everyone bully me about it. But I guess it is my fault for not staying strong and ignore the bullys. I just had to cut...and make it to where my mom could see...Smart huh. Right now I don't know wether to believe its my fault or not.

*MY DREAM*

Its midnight. Me and my dad are sitting on the couch. A few days ago I came home from Diegos house. He was upset because I stayed out that late. He ended up slapping me. I remember the bad smell of alcohol in his breath. He was drunk again. I remember this night too well. I'm actually getting to the part of why people started bullying me in the first place. I ended up saying a lot of hurtful stuff that I regret. Its hard to think or talk about with people but he starting abusing me physically. Sexual abuse mental abuse. And my mom just watched. He was hitting me before but not too bad that anyone could notice. He only got to sexually abuse me once because he died the night that happened. After that my mom changed for the better. I know he was doing wrong but I got depressed because he died. I know I only brought up being depessed of bullying but I only spoke of that with Diego. That's how it got out. His friend over heard us talking and he told the whole school. So that's when I started getting bullied and then came the selfharming. It was bad. Really bad. One day I was wearing a short sleeved shirt and my mom saw she sent me to the mental hospital..

*MY DREAM ENDS*

I wake up crying. My mom hears and walks in.

"Hey sweetie you okay?" she asks

"Yeah I'm fine just a dream about dad" I reply knowing she's gonna apologize again.

"I know you say its okay but I need you to know what I did was wrong.. Well it was what I didn't do and I'm so sorry."She says.

I knew it.

"I know mom"She just smiles and rubs my cheek with her thumb and walks out after we say Goodnight and we love eachother.

She walks back in "Oh and I got you tickets to Never Shout Never/ Say we can fly its tomorrow. You can take your new car over there"

"Oh my gosh mom thank you so much" I say hugging Her "It's the least I can do she says kissing my cheek and walking out my room. *YAAY* I think to myself and look outside to see a new car. She's the best.