Not Too Social

Dreams

"Oh c'mon Parker. No ones gonna know." My friend begged me to leave that day. It was a day that I can't ever forget. I was the cause of someone's death.

"I don't know about this Justin. Skipping school? It's not like me." I tried to explain to him. He never listens. But there's something about him that you just can't hate.

"Look just this once and never again." He chuckled and all I could do was look down at my feet.

"Fine" I say "just this once." We walked. We lived near the high school so we always walked home. We were walking down the sidewalk towards our house. I saw a little girl in the street picking up her ball. She couldn't grab it and some idiot senior was driving his truck at full speed and couldn't be stopped. I did say I was the cause of someone's death but this isn't what I had remembered. I ran in and pushed the girl out of the way at just the right time. I turn and see headlights and I suddenly shoot up in bed. Sweating, panting, I had an IV in my arm. Oh that's right. I broke my arm.

"Fuck it was just a dream. Stupid surgery." I sigh of regret,wishing it was me that got hit and that little girl lived. Nobody cared about me anyway. I heard the slight hum of my phone. I look over to see another video message. But this time from my sister. She was posting all my videos that I never wanted to post on my YouTube channel. Even though they were made for it I didn't post them because no one would ever like me.

'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!' I text to her. She's always done this.

'Dad came to say sorry about the Xbox. And I came with him. I enjoyed the videos so I'm posting them. XD' she responded. I couldn't do anything but cry. My life is ruined. I don't have YouTube on my phone and I don't have the storage to download it. I wouldn't be able to delete them for the longest time. A week tops. I just set my phone down without responding. I heard a knock. You remember right? The sound that can't be helped. Justin walks in. I guess I really haven't talked about ourselves much. You see, Justin was cool. Like I'm serious, he was in the cool kid group back in middle school. He's tall, he always wears a leather jacket, jeans, and converse. He has short brown hair spiked up in the front and brown eyes. He wore contacts and honestly he looked better with them in. Now me and Justin are opposites. I was not in the cool kid group. I was an outcast. I had like three friends. Guess that's better than none though. I was just as tall as Justin. I wore a hoodie, sweat pants, and tennis shoes. I had shaggy brown hair swooped over in a beanie. I wore hipster glasses and had braces. Now we first became friends through a dare. Justin was dared to talk to me and my other friends, which scattered when he started walking over to us. Yeah. That's right what good friends. Leaving me to deal with the Assistant captain of the hockey team. We ended up having a lot in common. But that's not important. I get out tomorrow. Out of the hospital. That means no more medicine, no more hurting and no more...needles..

"Sup bud" he used the fake Canadian accent that all the rest of the hockey team used. "I just came to say I'm going out of town for a tournament" he smiled and patted "stay strong man. See ya" he says and walks out. Great. So I'm going to be home alone to deal with my grief about the damn videos my 15 year old sister decided to post. Fuck it. I'm going back to sleep. And I did. Quite well actually. I dreamt that I was on the top charts in YouTube. I had the best PC, the best mic, the best camera. I was in the big leagues. But then it all went black. No dreams. No nothing. Just a big, blank, black space. I've never not had dreams. I was almost, scared. But suddenly. A spark. A vision. My muse. There at the end of the endless black abyss. Something that doesn't make it seem so endless anymore. There was a light at the end of the tunnel. I began to get closer. It blinded me at first but I was there.  There she was, an angel coated in shimmering light. Her gold, curly locks stretched far down past her shoulders. Her body was perfect. I was almost there. A centimeter away from touching the unknown beauty. But then I woke up, with a mysterious balloon beside my bed.