To My Last Breath ~

Chapter Six

I still couldn't return  my normal rhythm of breathing.This was one of the strangest and scariest dream I've ever had. And why Jason? I ran a hand through mu hair and took the phone from the nightstand. The time was 19:26. I slept more than seven hours? I sighed heavily and rubbed my eyes. I got up from my bed and left the room, headed toward the stairs that were leading to the first floor. I stopped in front of my dad's office. I was curious what could be there, it was eating me inside every day when get past it.

I held out my hand to the handle and pushed it. It's locked. Of course. I wondered if somewhere in the house dad had a spare key. I rubbed my shoulders, it was unusually cold today. I went down to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of cold water from the dispenser. It was somehow refreshing. I washed the cup and left her on the dish drier. I needed some fresh air, so I decided to go jog a little. I had nothing else to do in the house. 

I went into my room and took off my clothes. I opened the closet and pulled my tracksuit and got dressed. I got my iPod and headphones and I was ready to go. I left the house and locked it. I turned on the Ipod and read All About It by Emeli Sandé was the first song I saw, which was my favorite song. She just described how I feel at times. I sighed and began to run down the long alley of our neighborhood until I found myself In an abandoned park. For years no one was coming here, I think. Since it was untended. It was my favorite place. Whenever I had a need to think about something or just take a walk, I come here.

I stopped running and sat on the bench which was the only one that wasn't destroyed. I ran for around thirty minutes and I had no other powers let. I needed a break before I continue. It was dark and just a few street lamps illuminated the park. I stopped the music and looked around. The trees swayed in perfect rhythm with the spring breeze. It was nice. This park was not like the others. It was more like a forest with multiple paths and benches for some rest. There were no playgrounds for children, there was nothing that you can find in an ordinary park. Only forest and green areas.

 I decided to continue my walk. I didn't want to go home yet and with slow steps, I took the path leading to a bare lawn. I wanted to look around. I took my iPod and started to look through of songs I had, my eyes fell on a song that I haven't  heard in a long time. Rude by MAGIC! . I smiled and put her on the play. I loved this song. I put my device back into my pocket and continued to walk with slow steps, kicking rocks on the ground.

My dream just won't go away from my mind. I know it was just a dream, but it was the most real dream I've had. I can't forget the face of Jason and the way he looked at me. .. as If he wanted to hurt me. Oh, and this pain that I felt. I couldn't describe it. All this confused me so much. How is it possible to dream of someone you don't know? I sighed heavily and stared into the distance, I bit my lower lip. Have you ever wanted to have a button inside of you. Like a 'turn off' bottom? A button that makes every problem, feeling, everything you have just disappear? Like it was never here? 

That's what I wanted. I wanted all these thoughts to disappear. As much as I did not want to think about all of this, I simply couldn't stop. I sighed heavily and licked my lips. I pulled the phone from my pocket to see what time it is. 20:57. As much as I didn't want, I had to go home. I tucked the phone back into my pocket and left the park. The park was not so far away from my home, so i got there quickly. 

Walking in the driveway, my eyes fell on two lights. Lights of an ambulance. A dozen people were currently stationed around her and I saw Mrs. Grace snuggled in the caresses of her husband. And she was crying ..? What had happened? I hurried with my steps and within seconds I was close to them. Apparently, Grace noticed I was walking past them and looked at me. Her eyes were so puffy, there was so much pain in them. There was no sign of the cheerful and liberated Grace I knew.