100 Dreams

Dream 6

I fell in love with this guy once, but fate decided it wasn't meant to be. People say that if it's meant to be they'll come back to you though, and that's exactly what he did. Just not in way I had hoped. Not the way I had dreamed and craved since he left.

He was beautiful. Dark hair and eyes to match. The funny thing was, I didn't even like brown eyes until he came along. They always seemed so dull to me, so plain. But they're not. His eyes seemed to change colors every time I saw him. They had a way of drawing you in. Trent had a way of drawing you in. But it wasn't love to him, it was nothing more than a game. He could get anyone one he wanted, so you felt special when he chose you. That's how it always started. Then he was sweet and knew exactly how to capture your attention. He had a way of making you feel like he was truly interested in what you had to say. But eventually the messages would get shorter and further apart until there was no messages left. You'd want nothing more than to message him, and he'd get nothing better than the pleasure of turning you away.

It didn't take long for me to fall and get tangled in his web. I was stuck for so long, that I almost forgot what it was like outside of it. I spent months trapped. I spent years untangling myself and sewing my broken heart back together. I was finally becoming whole when he showed up again. And he was almost the same boy I knew, but his eyes had changed. They were no longer full of life and humor. They were dull. They were no longer beautiful or capturing. They were the way I saw brown eyes before I met him. He was different too. He didn't smile as much, and his laughter seemed to have faded. He wasn't as caring, and he wasn't as kind. He looked like himself, but he just seemed off.

The first I time I saw him again, he had bruises and cuts all over his face, It looked like he had been in a fight. The second time I saw him, he was walking down the street with a navy backpack slung across his shoulder. He kept checking around him, as if he was scared someone was following him. He didn't seem to notice me though. The third time I saw him, he was lying in a casket, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed, a lifeless reminder of the person I used to love. The fourth time I saw him, he was walking into an ally, the same navy backpack over his shoulder. The last time I saw him, he was running. He wasn't running from someone or something though. He was chasing something. Me.

He chased me into the forest, the tiny scars all over his arms illuminating in the moonlight, and he was changing. His skin was stretching over his bones as he began to change. The same nightmare with another victim. I was dodging back and forth in the trees, taking random turns to lose him, but he would always end up right behind me again. I felt his hand touch the end of my hair at one point, helping me to sprint even faster.

"It isn't him," I would remind myself, "It isn't him. It isn't him. It isn't him."

My legs were giving out and my lungs were straining to get the air in and back out. I had nowhere to go to lose him though. I was lost myself. I was just about to give in when I heard a grunt, and two bodies hit the ground. I should have kept running, but instead I turned around. It was the soldier. He had Trent pinned on the ground, face down. His chest was heaving and he was trying to compose himself. After a while, he lifted his head and smiled at me. His eyes looked straight through me. The color of the ocean right after sunset. The soldier picked himself up, checked to make sure Trent was still down, and then made his way towards me. And, for the first time, I heard him speak.

Well, technically it wasn't speaking, he kind of grunted and laughed at the same time, but it was the closest thing to words I had ever heard out of him. My mind was on Trent though. He wasn't moving. It didn't even look like he was breathing.

"What did you do to him?" I whispered. The soldier looked from Trent to me and then back to Trent. He didn't answer.

"Is he going to be okay?" I asked, still keeping my voice low. He nodded his head yes and then quickly changed it to no. I couldn't help it, tears swelled in my eyes, and I tried to force them back down. The soldier looked at me with compassionate eyes. He walked closer to me and put his hand on my shoulder. Without thinking, I jerked away. He didn't move. When I looked up, he was like a statue. Eyes straight forward, hands straight against his sides.

"I'm sorry," I blurted, backing further away from him quickly. My mind was racing and the look on his face was beginning to scare me. I had already turned around and was about to run when he grabbed my shoulder.

"That's the wrong way." His voice was deep and gravelly. It wasn't like anything I had expected it to be. He looked as surprised as I felt. I don't think he ever intended to talk to me.

"Okay," I muttered, turning ninety degrees.

He chuckled and shook his head at me.

"Okay wiseass, show me the way," I mumbled under my breath. The soldier let out a real laugh at the remark, and looked at me.

"You want to go north."

"Which way is north?" I responded.

"Not that way."

"I got that."

"This way," he said as he turned and began walking. I followed behind him, too scared of losing him. He didn't say another word entire time we walked. When we reached the edge of the forest, and you could see the city lights, I turned around to tell him thanks. But he was gone. I took off at a run towards town and was almost to the city lines when I fell into a hole and hit my head on the way down. Before I blacked out completely, two words were clearly whispered into my ear, "You're it."

I woke up my bedroom floor with a pounding headache and blankets everywhere. It was all just another dream.