I'm Home with You: A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter 6: Dreaming of You

"Amelia." My mother's voice rings throughout the small space.

"Amelia." My father echos.

"Amelia help us."

"Amelia if only you were here."

"Amelia we miss you."

Their voices blend together until I can no longer tell who's saying what. I'm sitting in the back of our Honda. My father is driving and my mother sits in the passenger seat. They're staring straight ahead at the road while tightly gripping one another's hand, their arms resting on the console.

"Amelia don't leave us."

"Amelia come home."

Raindrops begin to violently splash against the car.

Oh no.

I know what's coming, but I can't warn them. For some reason, the only words that come out of my mouth are "Mom, Dad I love you."

Thunder crashes in the sky.

"Amelia we need you."

My mother and father remain facing forward. They're holding hands so tightly now that their knuckles are turning white and my father's skin begins bleeding from the pressure of my mother's nails pressing into his skin. The blood drips onto the console.

The weather is getting worse. The rain begins to pour harder. Lighting strikes right in front of the car. I shield my head with my arms and scream. It's getting closer, I can feel it. I'm trying to say something but it won't come out. Why can't I say anything? Why can't I warn them?

"Amelia don't miss your chance."

"Amelia save us."

I'm trying to save them! I'm desperately trying! It's not working, nothing is working! Tears begin to stream down my face; they are cold like the rain outside. I begin to bang hysterically against the ceiling of the car, the seats of the car, any surface I can get my hands on. They have to know what's coming. Maybe if they know it'll save them from... what's about to happen.

"Amelia don't ignore us."

"Amelia stay with us."

I feverishly scream again. I want to hit something, but my fists pounding against the interior of the car do not seem to be helping. Lightning flashes again, closer than it was last time. The rain intensifies and I can barely hear anything else. I continue banging against the car and begin to stomp on the floor. Why aren't they noticing me?! WHY THE FUCK AREN'T THEY NOTICING ME?

Again, the only words I can find come slip out of my mouth.

"Mom, Dad!" I scream as loud as I can over the storm "I LOVE YOU!"

The rain is so strong that the raindrops are breaking the hood of the car, shattering the windsheild and windows. For the first time, my parents turn around, their faces covered in small, bleeding, cuts

"Goodbye, Amelia we love you."

I sob uncontrolably as my parents both turn to face forward again. I bring my knees to my chest as the car begins to swerve all over the soaking road and bury my head in my legs, knowing that it's too late to save my Mom and Dad.

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I wake up in a cold sweat. My covers are twisted, trapping me in place.

It was a dream. It was all a dream.

No, not a dream. A nightmare.

I shut my eyes tight to stop my tears. This isn't the first time I've had this dream. The first time had been exactly eight days after my parents died and I wasn't able to control myself as well as I am right now. I woke up screaming and once I became conscious that I wasn't in my parents' car but in my college dorm, I hysterically burst into tears. I scared the crap out of Jamie that night who woke up when she heard me screaming and then started freaking out when I began to cry because she had no idea what was wrong.