When Nightmares Become Reality

Chapter 38

"Mom," I call out running to the woman who raised me. "Dad," I smile as I see him next to her. I run into their welcoming arms and hug them tight. I feel tears of joy slide down my face as I look at them. I look around but there is nothing but bright lights. Perhaps we were in a white room, but I see no walls or roof. Just bright white everywhere.

"Oh, Elena, we are so proud of you," my mom gushes.

"But why? I let Sam die. I let you guys die. I have been horrible," I argue.

"Sam let her jealousy kill her and we died protecting you, sweetheart," my dad comforts, "There was nothing you could've done to save any of us."

"But I could've if I had known," I tried to prove him wrong, but stopped when I saw my mom shaking her head.

"It was our fate to go, just like one day it will be yours," my mom explains.

"But I didn't want you to leave me. I love you guys. I still need you. There are so many questions," I replied.

"And you can answer them," my father assures me. I shook my head.

"I can't. I need you guys," I argue.

"We are always here, Elena," my mom answers with her soft smile.

"Why are you guys here," I asked.

"We thought you could use a hug and an explanation," my mom answers, "I'm sorry I never told you about all of this."

"Like you," my dad continued, "your mother happens to be very stubborn. She thought she could change destiny. She thought fate could be changed. She didn't believe in the prophecy."

"But I was wrong," my mom fills in, "I wish I could've trained you and told you. You might've been better equipped for this."

"It's okay. So this means the prophecy will come true. I am going to die," I realized.

"One day you will. Everybody dies eventually," my mother vaguely answered adding more confusion to my thoughts.

"But I mean," I started.

"I believe you had a question for us," my dad cut me off.

"Yeah, too many actually," I scoffed.

"But I'm sensing you have one that you are curious about more than the others," my mom guessed.

"Do my dreams, do they always come true? Are they always a window to the future," I asked.

"Is this because of your dream earlier," my dad asked. I nodded.

"Dreams are usually what the heart desires not the future," my mother answered, "but nightmares are a person's fears unfolding before them and are not the future as well. You, my dear, have this special capability that only a handful of others can do. When you sleep, you don't dream and you don't have nightmares. You have a sense of reality in your sleep. You mix the two, making your dreams seem all the more real. You've done that ever since you were little."

"But that doesn't answer my question," I began to get frustrated with her long wise answers. I just wanted something straight to the point. Yes or no would be nice.

"Have they before," my dad sighed.

"Normally," I nodded.

"See you can answer your own questions," my dad replied.

"But that doesn't make any sense, if last night," I began to say, but was cut of again.

"We must go dear," my mom spoke.

"No! Wait, what am I suppose to do about everything," I shouted.

"Whatever your heart says," my mom pulled me in for a hug, "Oh and don't underestimate Shawn. He's stronger than you think. He's also really cute," she whispered in my ear then pulled away leaving me confused and grossed out. My dad pulled me into a hug and whispered, "Stay away from those boys, okay and any boys really." I laughed as my mom whacked him in the back of the head. He let out an "ow" as he started to rub it.