She Waits In My Dreams

Journey home

I finally began to feel the cold freeze up my lungs, my legs kept on running though. I couldn't stop, I didn't know where I was, but as long as I was away from my sister I was ok. I don't even know what happened back there, all I know is that's were it began, that urging feeling not yet there, but the very existence of her was scraping at my bones.

I ran and ran until I found a rocky path, I ran up the path as well. At the end of the path was a very small forest. Still running I looked up at the trees reaching out to grab me with their twisted bare branches. Then I thought about my new baby sisters face, anger boiled in my blood and blackness started to cloud my vision.

Everything faded out
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I woke up at stairs leading to my front door. The cold chill from the concrete gave me goosebumps. I didn't question how I got there, nor did I care. I probably should've noticed that it didn't take very long to get the twenty miles to my house. I walked up the stairs.

*flashback*

" ahh! It hurts! She's coming! Oww!" My mom screamed as the ambulance hurried as best they could. She wasn't going into labor yet, despite the warning she gave. My mom was a very sensitive women even when she wasn't pregnant, she couldn't handle pain. The doctor told her to call an ambulance the second she felt any pain, since the hospital was twenty miles away. But I just sat and watched her scream out in pain as we rode to the hospital. Silence infected in my head. I had hatred growing in my heart already for this baby that was bringing pain to my mother. The mother I loved so dearly since my father left us.

* end of flashback*

I reached for the shinny brass handle, and even though I was in a hurry I turned it slowly, waiting till the satisfying click of the handle. I knew it was unlocked because we were in such a hurry when we left my mom had forgotten to lock the door.

I pushed on the door and it opened as I walked in through the door way. I took three steps. I stopped, it was silent. My house is never silent. Either the vents are rattling, or you could hear car horns from far away, or the house would make squeaky sounds from the wind blowing furiously. But nothing. Absolute silence filled every shadowy corner.

Then I heard it, I heard the cries, I heard the screams. They filled up inside my head, just screaming, not for anything in particular, but loud obnoxious squealing screams.

They wouldn't stop for hours, and I couldn't stand it anymore. Why was I hearing those screams? I thought I was safe from her, being twenty miles away. SO WHY WAS I HEARING THEM AGAIN!? I was starting to get a headache from the nonstop screaming when suddenly, they just, stopped. All at once, not fading away, just sudden and complete silence again. Silence filled all of the dark shady corners. Just pure silence like before.

I decided to get up off the floor I was laying on to get something to reduce the now growing headache. I went upstairs to the bathroom and opened the mirror/medicine cabinet. I searched around for the bottle labeled 'headache relief'. I took the bottle and shook it, almost empty, but it will get me through this headache. At least until morning when I can go buy some. I grabbed it in a tight grip, opening the childproof lid with shaky hands from the screaming, the traumatizing screams.

I took a pill out of the others. No particular reasoning for choosing this singular pill. There was many choices from me to chose from, but why did I chose this particular pill? I didn't give it much thought I guess. My thought process probably taking a mear one second. No one really thinks of these things when they choose from a pill bottle or a bag of chips, but my mind has always thought a little differently from others.

I took this one pill and filled the cup on the counter with tap water. I popped the pill into my mouth, the water soon following. Almost immediately after taking it the usual sounds of the house returned. I walked into my bedroom and decided to take a nap, my head still hurt. So I laid down on my blue bedspread and just sat there starring at the ceiling. I stared, the ceiling wasn't very interesting so why was I starring at it? I guess there was nothing else to look at since my head was in the position to look up at the ceiling, but why? Why did people even sleep like this? I turned over after I grew tired of pondering about the ceiling. Shortly after the blackness took over.

I don't know when but at one time my mom had gotten home with that horrible screaming baby. The screams weren't in my head anymore, now they were real. So real, but real was worse. Kelen my new baby sister was screaming, but why? Why was she screaming ever since she came into this world? Then the answer clicked in my mind. Maybe she was screaming because life pained her. Maybe she was like the torn up old dog that had gotten run over by a car walking down the street.

And what do you do with that dog to end the pain?

You kill it.