Monet

Chapter Three

There was a gunshot. I looked around to find myself surrounded by bodies. I look closer and see the bodies are my old friends. They were my closest friends. The ones who was there to help me through everything. With tears welling up in my eyes, I spotted one other body. I crawled over to it, afraid to find out who the unlucky victim is. As I get over to it, I hesitate to look.

I roll the body over to see Elias. Elias Quinn? Why are you even here? His eyes are open and searching for something. His gaze meets mine and he lifts his hand. He touches my cheek with his fingertips, which are cold to the touch.

"You could have saved me, Lyra. You should have saved me..." Elias says, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and closing...

I jerk out of bed, scream and in tears. I look around only to find I have no idea where I'm at. That was when I felt a hand lay on my shoulder. I quickly turn around to come face to face with Elias. The same face I saw in the dream. Dream! It was all a dream! None of that actually happened! Everyone is okay.. I hope. I looked into those blue-green eyes and saw concern.

"Are.. Are you okay?" he asked, his voice shaking and scooting closer to me.

"Y-yeah.. I think so.." I responded and looked down. I couldn't look at his face and not see the face from the dream. I can not look in those eyes without seeing them becoming lifeless. I can not look at look at his mouth without hearing those words. "You could have saved me." I can not look at him without seeing the disappointment and pain he felt.

"Hey.." he took my head in his hands and lifted it. "It's okay.. But what happened?"

Great, now I have to find some way to explaining the dream, well nightmare technically, to him. This should be fun.

"Well.. Um.." I start, unsure what exactly to say.

"You should know that you can tell me anything and you don't have to worry about it," Elias said, reassuring me. I took a deep breath, ready to come clean and let it all out. Well, maybe not it all but at least this little bit anyways.

"Well.. Um.. So I have these dreams. Nightmares I guess you could call them, and a lot of the time they are dealing with someone if not multiple people close to me. They have gotten a lot worse the past little while. There have been nights where I would have one, wake up, then go back to sleep and have another. The most I've ever had in one night is three.. That was not a fun night for me.."

A single tear began to roll down my cheek as the memories of that day flooded back into my mind. I have tried so hard to forget that day, there were so many mistakes made and I regret everything I did. I try to brush thoughts out of my mind, for now, wiping the lone tear off. I finally decide to look up and see Elias, his beautiful eyes filled with concern. Those eyes, green swirling into blue, are those of a hurt child. Just looking at them makes me want to cry, but I must keep it together. At least for now.

"What happened that day? I mean only if you want to tell me of course."

I think about saying that I don't want to talk about it or that the memories are just too painful, but none of those words come out of my mouth. They just stay in my mind, the ones that do come out of my mouth and into the world, never to be taken back, are telling the story of the day I thought I had lost everything.

"Well, it had already been a pretty rough day to begin with. As soon as I woke up that morning my mom was yelling at me for stuff I didn't even do. Blaming everything on me like always. So I was in a bad mood all morning and going school didn't make it any it better. I just wanted to go and be with my friends and not have to worry about anything for a few hours, or even a few minutes. Well, that didn't work out like I wanted it to. My first class was full of me just trying to avoid telling anyone what was wrong, which worked for the most part. But then my second class came around. I still regret what I did to this day. I wish I could go back in time and slap myself before I did this.. So there is this one kid in my class, that I guess you could say I got kind of close to. I mean I did tell him a lot of stuff, some of it before anyone else knew about it. Well, he had brought vodka to school and gave it to a friend of his. Of course, me being me I decided to joke around and ask if I could have some, I was NOT expecting him to say yes. Well after class we met up with his friend and she gave me some. I mean I didn't just take a swallow and be done with it, no I was an idiot and drank quite a bit of it. I mean it wasn't enough to get drunk off of it or anything but you could certainly smell it on my breath. So at lunch, I got yelled at by my friends and I ended up just walking off. Honestly the thought of just ending it come across my mind right then and there, on the college's campus. Obviously, I didn't, but I got pretty close that night. After I went home, my parents still yelling at me for anything and everything, I took a shower. I did something that I hadn't done in a long while..."