Discovering Riley

Chapter 1-Dreams

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Chapter 1: The Dreams

Riley's POV

I bolted upright with a stifled gasp. I was still in my bedroom in the orphanage and it was pitch black as usual. The other kids slept soundlessly in their beds, not even aware of what happened.

This has been going on ever since I came here. I’d have the same nightmare of being stuck in a house that went up in flames.

But the difference with this one from all my other dreams was that I was outside for some reason.

“You have a bad dream again, Riley?”

I glanced to the bed beside me and saw Jonas there, peeking out from underneath his blanket. Jonas is only nine and he said he’s been here since he was a baby. In a way, I feel sorry for him since he’s been here all his life and I’ve only been here for two years.

I slipped off of my bed and moved towards Jonas with a smile. “Yeah, but it’s not too bad anymore. Why aren’t you asleep?”

He shrugged, pulling the blanket higher up over him so it was covering his face entirely.

I leaned closer towards him and frowned. “Jonas, what’s wrong?”

“I want a mommy and daddy.” He whimpered, his words muffled a bit by the blanket.

I took a seat on his bed and pulled him into my arms. From how long I’ve been here, I’ve never seen Jonas burst into tears before. He always seemed quiet and shy to everyone else, but with me he at least talked.

“Don’t worry. I bet tomorrow you’ll be adopted and have a new mommy and daddy.” I assured him.

“You promise?”

I really wasn’t too sure if it was even going to happen. But I had hope. And I hated to see him crying.

“I promise.” I told him confidently and kissed the top of his head.

“You still don’t remember anything else about your life?” Mr. Morris asked me the next morning at my therapist appointment.

I shook my head. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Ry-Ry. It’s not your fault.” He told me and jotted something down on his paper. “Did you have another dream last night?”

“I did.”

“The same as the others?”

“Yes, but this time I was outside of the burning house for some reason.” I explained to him. “It’s confusing.”

“Why is it confusing?”

“Well, when I was outside, I didn’t…I don’t—I wasn’t in my body, you know? The other dreams I had, I knew it was me or whatever because I could just feel it. But when I was outside, it felt like I was inside someone else, just watching the flames. I know for a fact it wasn’t me.”

Mr. Morris scribbled a bit more on his sheet of paper. “Do you have any idea who it was?”

“No. I don’t.”