Worried

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Andrew was there. Standing next to his car, he looked like some type of model. I walk up to him and he tries to give me a hug but I lean back a little to let him know I don't want one. A look of both sadness and confusion comes across his face. 

"What's wrong, Melissa?", he asks. I don't know how to respond to him. Why am I so mad? I'm kind of disgusted actually and I don't know why. 

Suddenly I get a flash in my head. It's an image. A couple images, actually. It's me. I see me and Andrew. We're hugging but I'm crying. I don't wanna be there. I'm trapped. The flashing image leaves my sight and I'm suddenly falling. It wasn't a flash. It's a memory. What the heck? How could I not remember something like that? My body heats up and my head starts hurting.

"Melissa!", Andrew calls out. I realize that I had started to fall. He had caught me. As soon as he touched me, the headache went away and I was fine. Now... I can't remember what the flash was. Did I see something? 

"Melissa did you hear me?", Andrew questions. Wait. What's he talking about? I snapped out of my haze. 

"What?" 

He laughs, "Did you not just hear me, Melissa? I asked if you wanted to go out on another date today. After school." 

I shake my head back and forth, dismissing any bad thought I might have just had. "Sure. Absolutely.", I smile and he leans forward and kisses me. 

"Then let's get going. Wouldn't wanna be late to school."

"Right." I say but I feel weird for some reason.

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