Rupture

Chapter 6

                                                                             Angelica's POV

I was in a huge room.

The lights were painfully bright, causing me to squint my eyes from the burning.

Across the room, I saw the boy I had met at the park, whom I had been wondering about since our weird encounter. He glided across the room towards me.

I noticed his casual jeans and shirt. It looked out of place compared to the grand ballroom. I looked down and saw I was wearing an uncomforable dress, tight and itchy. 

He looked so free, his loose clothing, disheveled hair, content smile and eyes.

When I tried to move, I hit an invisible wall, keeping me from getting closer to the boy. The boy moved freely around, appearing to be bound by nothing.

I struggled but couldn't move forward. 

The smile left his face, and his lips turned down, he was shaking his head. What kind of expression was that? What did that mean? I wondered, though it didn't seem like a good thing.

He gestured frantically for me to get across the invisible barrier, but it wouldn't allow me to pass.

"It won't let you through on its own. You have to get through on your own." He whispered, then slowly walked away, stepping out of the area of light.

What the heck?! I thought, confused. What was that supposed to mean? 

I slumped down against the invisible sheild, or wall. Which was it?

I didn't know.

I felt something wet run down my face. I swiped my finger under my eye, and saw water. I gasped, that wasn't good. Why was I crying like Rosie? I hadn't cried since I got hurt in fourth grade.

And why was I crying, if I wasn't hurt?

Suddenly Rosie came from the same place the boy had, carrying her little doll. She placed her hand on the invisible wall, careful not to enter through. She just stared at me, and giggled. She signaled for me to follow her. Then next came Brynne, and my parents. I only knew what they looked like from pictures. I had very few, and faint memories of them. My mom's eyes, the same as mine, held mine, and when I tried to look away I couldn't. Rosie's eyes relflected back in my father's, peering at me curiously.

I tried to call out, though I didn't know what I was even trying to say, but no sound came out.

Then I realized a government official's hand was on my mouth, silencing me from a call for help. I struggled, but he dragged me away from them all, out of sight. 

They all watched silently, asking something with their eyes.

And then I woke up.

My face was hot, and perspiration kept my bangs stuck to my head like glue.

So much for beauty sleep.

Then the night came rushing back to me, the dream I had while I was sleeping-

HOLY CRAP! I JUST DREAMED! 

I started breathing heavy, my heart pounding.

I just had a dream! That's not supposed to happen! That happens to emotion-able people, illegal people! But I'm emotion free! I have to be.

Right?!

I ran to the bathroom and washed my face, splashing cold water to wake me up. That was the second dream I had ever had, the first one was when I was really little, I remember because it's extremely rare, I even knew that at so little an age. It was also about my parents.