Writers Forest[Editing]

•~13~•

When I look
Outside my window
I can't get no
Piece of mind

I wake up screaming in pain, that can only be mentally felt and not physically.

Pillow and clothes drenched in sweat, as my clothes stick to my skin.

I lift my hand up to my face, inspecting my skin for any obvious injuries.

Just then, I jump out of the bed into a fighting stance when three people bolt through the door and into the room.

Katy, Mary and the old man.

"Kevin, what wrong? Are you okay? We heard you screaming." Katy says as she walks closer to me.

She tries to grab my arm but I immediately flinch away.

A confused expression crosses her face as I do so.

The tension in the room becomes suffocatingly dangerous.

"What happened?" Katy and Mary ask simultaneously.

I stand there looking at them for some time, contemplating whether or not to tell them about my dream.

"Nothing." I lie.

They all look at me for a few moments more with unconvinced faces, until they walk out closing the door behind them.

I sit down on the bed, trying to remember why I passed out yesterday.

'I've been doing a lot of that lately.' I think to myself. 'Is that even healthy?' I think, but before I can rack my brain for answers, the door slowly opens, revealing the old man.

"Hello, You Majesty." He greets politely.

"Please, just call me Kevin." I ask him as kindly as possible.

"Oh no, Your Majesty. I can't call the rightful King, simply by his first name." He states as if I should have known that.

Then I remember what happened last night, and blurt out my question, before I can stop myself.

"Does this king-thing have anything to do with all the nightmares I've been having and all the fainting I've been doing lately?" I say

His expression changes to one of seriousness, as he quickly shuffles towards me.

He sits down besides me, bringing his head lower in a secretive manner, gesturing for me to do the same.

"Okay, since you've started having 'the dreams' I guess I'll explain." He says in a rushed voice.

With a quick glance towards the door he continues.

"The dreams you're having aren't just dreams, they are memories, flashbacks."

'This stuff actually happened?' I ask myself.

"The dream you had yesterday, that happened the day you turned twelve." He pauses to catch his breath.

"Look all will be revealed in due time, but I need to tell you something." He says pausing, not to catch his breath this time, but for dramatic affect.

"I've had my mind on thought-block, so that other forest creatures can't hear what I think." He says.

My face must have show just how I wasn't understanding what this has to do with me.