I woke up with a jolt, in a cold sweat.
This was the third time I've had this dream and it was scaring me to the point I don't want to go to sleep anymore. My mum walked in cheery and happy, like every morning. Looking at the clock I notice it's 6:35
School.
My mum is great. She doesn't yell and she is completely understanding and rarely gets mad. Since my dads in Afghanistan, she doesn't have much time for yelling and getting mad since she is always worrying and helping the salvation army.
"Michelle!... It happened again, didn't it?" She said to me her happy face turning into a deep frown. She knows about my terrible nightmares.
"Yes, mum. It happened again."
She looked at me with compassion in her eyes.
"Why don't you stay here today honey? Call dads officer and see how he is?"
I smiled at her and I lie back on my bed.
"Thanks mum."
She kissed my forehead and muttered a goodbye. She went downstairs and I heard the door slam shut. She was defiantly upset about the dreams coming back. I heard her car zoom off and I sat up.
"Go down stairs, get the phone, call dads officer." I instructed myself.
Recently I've been having a hard time following directions unless I tell myself to do it.
I walked downstairs and retrieved my phone along with my dads officers phone number. I rushed upstairs to my walk in closet and sat on a little stool in the middle.
*ring, ring, ring*
"Hello?"
"Officer Panzer?"
"Who is this ma'am?"
"Private first class Mark Highmans daughter sir."
"Hello, ma'am. How may I help you?"
"I was wondering if you know if my dad is alright?"
I heard silence for a while before receiving an answer.
"Well ma'am he's alright as of now. Off duty on base. I'll have him call you if you like? Is that alright with you ma'am?"
A smile escaped my lips.
"As soon as possible sir. Thank you."
"You're welcome, ma'am."
The phone hung up and I waited about a minute before receiving a call from a unknown number. I answered it quickly, wanting to hear my fathers voice.
"Michelle? Honey is that you?"
I almost cried from joy.
"DADDY!" I yelled through the phone. I could almost feel the smile on his face.
"Hello to you to honey. How are you sweetheart?"
I smiled largely and started to tell him everything about school and mum and everything that had been happening over the 11 years or him being gone.
"So, you're 20 now sweetie?"
"Mhm. Yup, last week. I wanted to call you but I was told you were on duty that week so I decided not to bother General Panzer."
"Oh. Well I hate to tell you this honey but I am going on a trip soon and I need to pack. I will call you as soon as I'm done alright? I miss you so much Honey. Tell your mum I love her and that I miss her. I love you Michelle."
I started tearing up and felt a tear escape my eye.
"I love you to daddy. Be safe."
The line went dead and I started to sob. I missed my father so much. He was the most amazing person I ever knew.
I looked down at my phone and saw a new text message from an unknown number. Curiousness took over me and I decided to read it.
*From: Unknown number.
Hello, Mitch. I'll be over soon. I hope you remember me. I've missed you for quite a while.
-Mac
My mind searched through all the possible people I knew named Mac or Mark but no one came to mind.
*To: Unknown number
Who are you?
I waited and waited and waited.
I'm done.
My mind said.
Shower time.
I walked into my enormous bathroom and turned on my shower. I blasted the music to Fall Out Boys- Light'em up. I striped and walked into my shower to be embraced by warm water.
Once I was done with my shower I grabbed towel and walked back into my closet where I picked out some black skinny jeans and a white crop-top. My mind was saying I'd look attractive, but My eyes always saw something that made my heart whimper with sadness.
I wasn't exactly pretty. I had greens eyes, Blond hair to my waist, not exactly the smallest stomach (though I came damn close), my hands were tiny, and my lips were pale.
No make up could fix this disaster I thought to myself.
I walked down stairs to my kitchen to be greeted by a bagel and some cream cheese. I was just about to walk into my living room when I saw him.
Sitting on my couch was the brown haired boy from my dreams.
