They took me back to their house again. I sat on the sofa trying to be cheerful when Ethan pranked Flynn and Flynn pranked Ethan (while Daniel watched) and I couldn't even crack a smile. I was too miserable about everything."Hey." I turned to see Rhys staring at me. "Come with me." I followed him up the stairs and into his room where Rhys bolted the door. " I have to tell you something. Something important."
"Yeah?"
"When I said I had dreams that came true, that's correct. But I had a dream on Wednesday night that you would be staying at mine one time. I just didn't think it would be like this. I'm sorry."
I wanted to be mad, mad at Rhys who had done nothing wrong. "It's okay. I remeber having this blurry vision of Michael yelling at me and me screaming his name but that's it."
When the whole family went up to bed I decided to call it a night.
I walked into the hospital and straight through the doors. My mum and dad would be here by now. I strolled through a ward and walked past two beds. Into a ward I carried on and I got a daydream too. Of my parents in a car. And a car hitting them in the side of their car. And the fact both of them were unconscious...
I woke up from my horrible dream sweating and with tears pouring down my face. It couldn't happen. It couldn't come true.
I left a note saying where I was going and I ran down the street and all the way to the hospital. As I went up to the desk a doctor called me over. He took me to the ward. Where there were two others on beds.
"MUM!" I screamed. "DAD!" Neither of them made a sound.
"I'm sorry Marcus." A doctor whispered. "They were coming here this morning and a car came out of nowhere. There was a massive accident. There's four dead, not just them. We wanted you to see them before we move them to the mournery. Do you want to say goodbye?"
I walked over to my parents and gave them each a kiss on the head. I stepped backwards. They took my parents away that night, down to where the dead people go.
They were dead. My parents were dead. Gone.
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You dreamt what?! [Wattys2017]
General FictionI was diagnosed with having vivid dreams when I was six. I remember Michael used to tease me about it, call me silly, all that kind of six year old rubbish. Me and Michael are normal twins, living normal lives, with normal friends. We go to a normal...