The Forgotten

I awoke screaming, again. This has been happening a lot lately. My mother ran into my room. "Carly, honey. Are you alright?" She asked with a calm, soothing voice. "Yeah, mom, I think so. Another nightmare." I said. Another nightmare, the words repeated in my mind, I can't stop having these horrible nightmares, seemingly every night. They're always different, but end the same. Me- attempting suicide. I never really told my mom what the nightmares were about, I Always told her I don't want to talk about it, and she respected that. I really don't know why I'm dreaming about suicide, I'm not a genuinely depressed or suicidal person, but it's worrying me, and I don't want to have these dreams anymore. I'm considering talking to someone about it, but not my mother, she would freak out too much.

It was 4 am, I'm obviously not going to fall asleep again, I'm too shook up, I decided to turn the TV on and watch whatever's on. But my mind kept drifting to thoughts about the dreams, I can't stop thinking about them. I can't help but feel they might be trying to tell me something.