The past remains

Chapter 1

I woke up covered in sweat and tears. My heart pounds as I try to catch my breath.

" Honey, whats wrong?"  mom asks walking in

"oh nothing, it was just a bad dream" I say trying to cover up how scared I am

" Again? This has been going on since school ended, and if it doesn't stop i'm going to have to get you a psychiatrist." she says with a worried look on her face

" Alright, mom" I say 

Mom leaves and I get up to get started on my daily morning routine. I jump into a hot shower and let the water massage my body. Why is this happening to me, what are these dreams supposed to mean?

------- Later that night-----------

She screams in pain, her hands tied to the wall. Blood drips from her forehead and tears cut through the dirt on her face.  She is helpless and weak, and unable to escape. A man and a women wearing black ski masks appear out of the dark. The woman hold a child that belongs to the victim.

" Why are you doing this to me? Please leave her alone, she isn't at fault" cries the injured mother

"Oh don't you worry Karen, your baby's going to live a great life with us. Now that we have all of your money and your baby , you and your husband are of no use to us." Says the masked woman.

The large metal door slams shut as the masked figures leave. She cries and the hot tears roll down her face. Her wounds are bleeding and she is suffering as every minute passes. She looks over at her husband who is unconscious and cries as she remembers the joy-filled life she lived before .

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My heart races and I realize I am crying. Her name was Karen, they took her baby away from her. This was all so confusing,  what were these dreams supposed to mean? I try to clear my head from these depressing thoughts as I write down everything into my dream journal. This has got to mean something.

" ALLY" calls my mom

"Yesssssssss" i yell back 

" Come downstairs, your scheduled for to the psychiatrist." she says

I didn't even tell her I had a bad dream last night. I finish writing down every detail and realize that something was off. I flip to my bookmark and see that it is not where I left it. Now this could only mean one thing, mom was reading my dream journal. Ugh. How dare she touch my things without my permission, now that was the last straw.

"MOM" I yell as i run down the stairs and into the kitchen

"what is is honey?" she says

" Don't what is it honey me. Why were you reading my dream journal???" I say as I try to keep calm

" Honey I didn't-" she starts

" Don't lie to me I know you read it!!" 

" Ally, I'm just concerned and i'm sorry next time i won't touch anything without asking you. Alright now go get dressed you can't be late" she says

Well here I am getting dressed to go to the psychiatrist, what have I gotten myself into?