Dreaming Dead

Chapter 20

"What is going on here?" My mom asked, stepping into the situation. I was still glaring at Sarah, who stood rather timidly behind the officer and just beside the main door, as if ready to run away any second now. The officer looked around the room and between me and Sarah, unable to make out what was happening. My mother must have guessed that we weren't on talking terms.

"Ma'am, we need your daughter for questioning." The officer replied in a bored voice.

"What? What happened? Is everyone alright? Was there another..." She didn't need to finish her sentence. Everyone knew what she was asking; if there was another murder? Even this officer, who I have never seen before, must know what was happening.

My mom did not know why the police was here. Last time we had an unexpected visit from the police was when Emma died, in the case of Megan, we were called at the police station. But I knew why the police was here, or so I guessed.

Sarah was here and she was the last and one of the first people I talked to about my dream. We had a fight and she didn't believe me. She knew I haven't told anybody about them, not even my parents or the police. She knew it all and now she was here with the police... it probably means that she told them about my dreams.

And not to my parents or Liz or anybody else; she went and told the police. That state which couldn't find a stupid murderer of my two friends even after so many days, that state which creeps me out... Sarah, the person I trusted, went and gave me away to some strangers.

A betrayer.

I bitterly thought as anger filled up inside me. I wiped away my face and took a step forward towards Sarah. I was so angry at her that I wanted to just go and...

I was shaken out of my thoughts as my mother spoke up again, breaking the silence that hung up in the air.

"But why are you here?" My mom asked again, like a five year old who was restricted to have any more sweets. She was concerned, and her eyes were filled with worry. She looked towards me as if in hope that I would tell her. She knew that I knew it, she was my mother and she knew me too well. But I just couldn't bring myself to speak. Instead, I looked down in embarrassment and guilty for bringing her in this situation.

"There were some reports about your daughter," the officer looked down on his notebook and flipped a few pages before starting again, "Amy Richard, and they are connected to the murders, and we need her for questioning." The officer concluded with a stern expression.

My mom looked at me in shock and disbelieve and then turned her gaze towards Sarah, "But, what is dear Sarah doing here?" my mom asked, concerned.

At her this question I gritted my teeth and clenched my jaw. "Dear Sarah" I wanted to laugh at this. I looked acrimoniously at Sarah who was looking up to my mother. She tentatively took a step forward and said, "Mrs. Richard, I can explain." She paused for a moment and hesitantly looked towards me before starting, "Amy, she has-"

"I don't want you to explain to my mother." I resentfully said. "Thank you very much, but I think that I can tell her myself." My voice was higher and angrier than I thought it would be.

Sarah cringed and backed down as I stepped forward and looked to my mother.

"Mom," I started as thoughts filled my mind. I was going to tell my mom about my dreams, but is this the right thing? What if all this is just... tricks? Tricks played by my mind? What if she will not trust me again? Treat me like a stranger? What if she stopped loving me? What if she does the same thing Sarah did? What if everything goes wrong? What if..?