"Come on Issy. It's time to go!"
"But mommy I want to play."
"Sweetly, we are going to be late. Please don't play that close to the street. In the car and buckle!"
"Mum, no. I said play."
"Issy NOO—
I woke up in panic. That dream again. I hate it. It wasn't a dream, but a flashback. I lay down and press my sweaty palms to my eyes. I'm so tired.
"You okay, Mer?"
Oh. I must have screamed.
"Yes I'm fine."
Alex it my older brother. 17. Two years older than me but he is still my best friend.
"Is it that dream again?", He asks.
He walks over and sits on the edge of my bed. I didn't need to answer. He knew.
"I'm so sorry, Mer."
