There Was One More Thing...

The Dream

"Well, what?" I say sternly.

The brothers look at each other and there is a great tension between the two. I feel like John says "Tell Her!" And Jared strongly disagrees.

Finally, Jared begins speaking. "Ok little girl, how do we know who, or what you are?" He says. John gives him a look of disgust after saying what he did to me.

"I'm freaking telling the truth." I say, I'm getting really aggravated. "I am not a demon- or whatever else you think I am."

"I'm sorry," John begins. "But, I do also believe your-"

I fall to my knees with a sharp pain all over my head. I lay my head in my knees, but the pain won't stop. Soon, I black out.

I wake up in an old, abandoned warehouse, all alone. "Hello? Is anyone there?" I yell. No reply. I spot a door, 'I need to get out of here.'

"Where are you going Skylar?" says a man, who looks oddly familiar. He smiles.

"Who are you?" I ask with a disgusted tone in my voice.

"I am Michael," he says. The lights flicker and then sparks fly everywhere. A big shadow of angel wings. ANGEL wings. Am I going crazy? Was this the Archangel Michael?

Suddenly, I find myself laying on a cold, hard hospital cot. John and Jared are sitting in the room, a few feet away. I sit up fast, wondering what the heck is going on. I feel a full pain in my wrist, because I had unknowingly jerked on an I.V needle. Slowly I sit up in the bed.

"How long was I out?" I say.

"About 3 hours," Jared says sarcastically.

"Actually, Jared, she was only out for 1," John says.

"What happened?" I ask.

"Well, you were talking to us in a cafe, and then, you fell to your knees screaming, and you black out," John explains.

Out of nowhere, my memories of the last hour and a half come flooding back. From to my drive to the cafe, to the dream. At lease that's what I deemed it to be.

I guess I must have had a puzzled look on my face because the next thing I hear is Jared saying in a confused tone, "What's wrong?"

I remember me flooding them with my feelings earlier and regretting it. "Oh, everything's fine. Just peachy!" I say sarcastically.

"Geesh," Jared says, clearly annoyed with my sarcasm.

"You can tell us," John says calmly.

"I'd rather not," I pause. "I am still not comprehending what is going on right now."

"Okay. I won't push it," John replies.

A few minutes later, a nurse walks in, her beautiful blond curls bouncing with each step.

Her eyes lock with mine which makes me feel kind of uncomfortable. "You're awake!" she says in her thick English accent, almost too excitedly.

"Yep," I say dully. She gives me a sympathetic look, as if she knows exactly what I'm going through. I hate it when people feel sorry for me. It makes me feel like a baby.

She gives me a quick check up. "Well, it looks like you are just fine!" Again, way too enthusiastic. Man, this lady is going to drive me crazy if I'm in here too much longer. "I think you're good to go!"

I sigh and roll my eyes after I look the other way, towards John and Jared. They giggle quietly. I give them a dirty look and look back at the nurse.

She unhooked me from the heart monitoring system and the I.V needle. I say my thanks and check myself out. She and I say our goodbyes and I notice that John and Jared are following me. I turn around.

"Skylar," John begins. "Before you walk off, here." He hands me a phone. I have an iPhone 6s, and this a 10 year old flip phone. "If you ever need anything, call us. We are in room 106 at the Red Lodge down the street in Rapid City, for urgent cases"

"That is where my grandpa and grandma live. They live out in the country." I stop, remembering that I probably don't have my car, or the keys. "Do you guys happen to know where Lightning is? Sorry, my car. My dad named her lightning when he was still alive."

"We were asked to hold on to your keys. Here," he says as he hands me my keys. "Thank you, is she parked in the parking garage?" I ask.

"Yep," Jared says, obviously annoyed because how long John is taking. I want to go, but John keeps talking, and talking some more.

"Thank you guys so much," I say with honest gratitude. "I appreciate today."

"No problem," John says. "Remember, you can call me or my brother, if you need."

"Ok got it," I say.

We all go our separate ways. I watch them get into a nice black Mustang, maybe even a little older than mine. But mine, of course, is better. Duhhh, mine is a convertible!

I climb into my car and switch the ignition over. My car starts, I buckle and drive away.