Summer Camp

Dreams and bullies

Sandy's POV

I felt as if everything was in slow motion as the bombs exploded. People I had only met a day ago were dying. I was running with a group of people around my age. A strange feeling that this has happend before comes over me.

       One of the girls I was running with that had blonde hair and pale skin had tripped and skinned her knee. A girl with brown hair and green eyes helped her up and put the other girls arm around her shoulder to help her run. A guy told us to stop at the steps of a house. The blonde girl sat down on the steps and held her knee that had blood running down it.

       Another guy stood up and scrunched his eyebrows together. "Guys I think we should go." As the girl on the steps stood up we heard a loud boom and were sent flying through the air. I couldn't move. The blonde, hurt girl laid beside of me with a limp, bruised body. I tried to let out a scream but couldn't. That's when I woke up.

       I woke up screaming with tears streaming down my face. I heard Jaimie's footsteps toward my room and got up. I hated that woke her up. "Sandy dear are you okay?" I took her arm to steady her. " I'm fine, it was just a bad dream. You shouldn't have gotten up. I don't want you getting hurt." Jaimie was 84 and my only legal guardian. She wasn't my actual grandmother but she might as well be. "I had to check on you." I smiled and set her down on her bed. "Thank you, now go back to sleep."

        I laid back down on my bed and pulled the covers over me. I knew I wouldn't sleep. After I have dreams like that I never sleep. I just replay the dream and try to figure out what it means. Most of my dreams mean something. 

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I yawned and stretched my legs. I haven't slept much all week due to nightmares. I lifted myself up with my arms, setting my book down on my lap. I winced as my head hit the top of the cabinet I was sitting in. That's right, I'm the loser hiding in the cabinet with a book. I rubbed the place that was hit and tried to get comfortable again.

      Mrs. Brown the librarian, opened up the door. "Sandy, what are you doing?" I blushed and got out, hugging my book to my chest. I couldn't look her in the eye. It wasn't an unusual thing, I almost never look people in the eye. "I-um, I was trying to read." Mrs. Brown gave me a sympathetic smile. She held out a book to me. "Here, it's the book you wanted." I smiled at her and took it. "Thank you!" I yelled as I ran outside.

      On my way out someone tripped me. I tumbled down the stairs and laid at the bottom of them. Everyone's laugh around me echoed in my head. Another guy, different from the one that tripped me, started kicking my stomach. I tried to grip my book but it fell from my hands. The guy that tripped me came walking down the stairs. "Hey useless slut, it looks like you got a new book." I stayed quiet and laying on the ground as he picked up my book.

      He tore out some of the pages and threw it behind him. A guy took my hands behind my back and lifted me up. I whimpered and just stood there, being afraid. The guy came to right beside of me and put his lips to my ear. "It's amazing how pathetic a person can be isn't it?" He ran his hand over my cheek and kissed it. I flinched, too many memories came when he did that. He laughed as he punched me in the face.

      Mrs. Brown emerged from the library before they could do much more. "Leave, before I call all your parents." They all scattered, leaving me sitting on the ground. She started toward me. "Oh sweetie, are you alright?" I just nodded and stood up. "Here, let me fix up that bruise." she says, putting her hand on my back and starting to lead me inside.

      For a second I considered letting her. It would be nice for me to be taken care of by someone else. To feel as if maybe I had a mother, even if it was for just a moment. But I don't have one and there is no need in pretending. My mom died in labor when she was having me. It was my fault, and for that reason I don't deserve for someone to take care of me. I had no time anyways. Jaimie needed me at home. I stopped on the second step. "I really need to get home, thank you for the offer though." I waved as I walked off.