Living Out my Dreams

Chapter 7

 Chapter 7:

I sat at the table, eating the one meal I did every other morning. At least in my dream, we ate something different. I thought we did, I hadn’t actually gotten to see what we ate.

I was staring at the middle of the table, and I happened to look up to catch my mum looking the other way when our eyes met. “What?”

“Nothing. Just looking.” She said, cautiously. I knew she was trying to suss out what had happened in my dream. She wasn’t going to get it out of me though, not for a very long time.

“Whatever,” I replied sarcastically. “It’s freaking me out though.”

She sighed, “Am I not allowed to look at my daughter which I brought into this world, through seven hours labour; did I mention?”

I laughed. It was at times like this that she over-reacted. Sometimes I wanted to slap her out of it; sometimes her fits were stupid enough for me to actually consider slapping her.

I dropped my spoon in the bowl, making a loud clanking sound as it hit the glass. All I saw was the same scenery as my dream; the sawing birds, the continuous rise of the mountain and… him. “Why were they doing this? Why me and friends? Why now?”

Mum stopped, “Claire, sweetheart. What’s wrong with your friends and what’s happening?” SHIT! Had I just said that out loud? What was I meant to say?

“Umm…” C’mon Claire, make her believe otherwise. “Mum, it’s nothing. Just a stupid dream, it’s bugging the hell out of me. That’s it.”

She raised her eyebrow, “If you say so sweetie.”

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“Claire, Rose is on the phone.” Nate yelled from downstairs. He didn’t have a laptop, so he always had to use the downstairs computer, while I got to stay in my room and enjoy freedom.

Jumping up, I ran to get the phone, “HI!” I screamed. I heard a laugh from the other end of the phone line. That’s not Rose’s voice. Rose doesn’t laugh like that. What the hell was going on here?  Shit.

“Who’s this…” I breathed. How did they get past my parents with a voice like that, and how could they pull a voice that sounded like Rose?

“A name isn’t important. The only thing that is, is for you to know that we are waiting for you…” He hung up. Oh shit. It couldn’t be, could it?

“Umm, wrong number, sorry.” I said through gritted teeth. That’s all. A wrong number.

I hung the phone up quickly. Just a wrong number…

I can’t even remember half my dreams, so I was just probably confused. I was just making this up. There’s no way it could be true. No way.  What did that Gypsy woman say?

‘Child,

You have a weight on your shoulders and a challenge in your future. Do not play around with things you do not understand.

Dreams are more than your imagination. Do not fall for them.’

Either she was a very good fortune teller, or she’s been spying on me, listening in on my conversations or all of the above. I was betting she was watching me. Stupid pedophile. Anyway, why did some random guy call me saying he’s waiting for me? Waiting for me to what? I shuddered. I did not want to know the answer to that question.

I picked up the phone , dialing Rose’s home number. The numbers were indented into my mind, 40598761. Ever since we were little, she had had this number. It was my savior, whenever I needed comport. Now was one of those times. The phone started dialing and a familiar voice picked up the phone.