Suicide at its Finest

Two

"You'll have six months to decide. Choose wisely."

I shot up from my bed with sweat running down my neck. Another dream. The same dream that my brain has been replaying for months. As scary as it was, I've grown used to it. But never have I ever thought it would actually come to life.

Now that I come to think of it, how did I end up here? The last thing I remember was lying on the road with fear and confusion piled up inside of me.

I shook my head and stood up. My clothes were still slightly damp from the rain which signified that I've been here for a while now. I could feel the air drying my throat each time I breathed so I walked to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Everything was cold. My skin, the floor, the walls, the fridge handle, yet all my windows were all closed. Maybe I accidentally left the A.C on.

I grabbed my cup and walked into the living room, "You know, I'd change my clothes into something warmer if I were you." A high pitched scream escaped from my mouth and I spun around as quick as I could, dropping my glass of water in the process.

"You can't do that to me!" I yelled casually without a clue of who the perpetrator was.

Nice one Skye. Yelling at someone like they were your family when they could be a serial killer or a kidnapper. One day a murderer is going to be blantantly luring me into their trap and I would be too oblivious to notice.

I squatted to pick up my cup but instead of touching it, I looked for who was responsible instead. Of course it was her.

She was watching me with amusement as she sat on my couch cross legged with her hands on her lap. Hmm, very formal for someone who broke into my house. "You're supposed to be in my dreams, not in my house." I deadpanned, sitting right across from her.

Maybe I should be a little freaked out that the girl from my dream, or nightmare per se, broke into my house. I should be freaked out that she's even real. But I was surprisingly pretty open about it. I guess that's what a messed up life does to you. Things no longer surprise you.

I searched my brain for any recollection of her name but nothing popped out. "I know what you're thinking." She rasped, sounding like she's been smoking ten packs of cigarettes ever since she was born. "Just call me dream." Oh the irony.

"Great." I whispered. "Not only are you in my dreams and in real life but you can read my thoughts too."

She nodded unfazed then unfolded her hands and snapped her fingers. I looked around waiting for something or someone else to pop out. Who knows what else she's capable of? She could make me vanish in thin air if she wanted. Not that it sounded unappealing.

She re-folded her hands and watched me patiently, "Did it work?" She wondered out loud. I shook my head, "Don't think so. Whatever you're trying to do, nothing's changed."

"Or so you think." She smirked. "Tell me, what did I say to you in your dream?"

"Easy." I replied, "You said, uh. Y-you said that, um." My mind blanked. Why couldn't I remember?

"Good so it worked."

"You erased my memory of what happened in my dream?"

She clicked her tongue, "Good you caught on. Don't worry, you'll remember everything after the end of our conversation. But you need to hear this all again so it really sticks to you. I don't want you already knowing what i'm going to talk about."

I blew out a huge breath, "Just get it over with. This just keeps getting weirder and weirder." I whispered the last sentence.

"Very well. Every year me and all the other dream catchers are assigned a new person to "delete". Everyone on the list is suicidal. So here's where things get a bit interesting."