Us Rockstars

Chapter 1

"Talk to you later," I said.

"Bye, love you," Brad said in mock sadness.

"Love you too."

I was getting ready for bed on a starry Saturday night, as usual Charity, my best friend, was nagging about how its obvious Brad was cheating on me and how I should break up with him.

"No, Charity. We've been together for three years. And besides, they're just friends."

But I wasn't so sure myself. I mean, I love him, but I'm not so sure anymore.

"Well, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later."Charity hung up.

I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach as I climbed into bed. I started thinking about Brad and if he really was cheating on me with Jayla Chesterfield. I tossed and turned most of the night, but eventually I managed to fall asleep.

I had the strangest dream. Brad was dead at my feet and a mysterious guy was behind him. He was covered in a black cloak and he reached for my hand.

"Come, Kennedy. Brad is gone you must go back now." He spoke in a raspy voice.

I was terrified when he starting pulling me closer. A white light appeared in his chest and it grew larger and larger. I thought I was dead. I saw an image of Brad's lifeless body and woke up, trembling in fear.

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. My mother was calling me for breakfast.I slowly descended the stairs, terrifed that I was still in that nightmare.

"Are you okay sweetie? You look like you've seen a ghost," my mother stated.

"Yeah I just had a small nightmare. No biggie." I brushed it off as nothing.

" You want some breakfast?" She asked.

"Sure. What do we have."

"The usual."

'The usual' meant bannanas, toast, and cereal. My mom and I didn't cook much, aside from dinner.

"I'll take a bannana, thank you." I said as my mother handed me one.

Her phone rang and she walked out of the room to answer it. I had finished my bannana when she walked back in. She looked like someone died

" That was Brad's father." Her voice trembled.

" What happened?" I said standing up.

"You might want to sit down." She said motioning to my chair.

When I sat she said, " Honey ,Brad's... dead."

"What? No. You're kidding."I said in disbelief.

"No. Honey, he crashed into a tree last night." I saw black spots.

"Honey?!Honey!?You're fainting." Her voice faded away.

I swam in an endless sea of black

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I finally woke up to my mother hovering over me.

"Are you alright?"she asked.

"Yeah," I said, rubbing my head." What happened?"

" I'm sorry honey, Brad is .... dead." She said.

I couldn't stop it. Fat tears rolled down my cheeks. I had a vision of my dream from last night.

"No no no no." I moaned.

"He crashed into a tree late last night. He was drunk and there was a girl, Jayla Chesterfield, in the passeger seat. She was pregnant. Her friends said that it was his baby." She frowned.

"Charity was right." I said burying my face into my hands.

"It'll be okay." My mother murmured and rubbed my back.

No, it won't . My boyfriend was cheating on me and he's dead.This is all just some type of twisted nightmare. I'll wake up, Brad will be alive and Jayla won't be pregnant.

"Is Jayla still alive?" I asked.

"Yes, but she's in critical condition."

"What about the baby?"

"Its still alive but barely."

At that moment I had one thought.

"Life sucks." I sobbed.