Fooled [SHORT STORY -- COMPLETED]

Endless hope

" Dinner is ready!"

As I finished consuming dinner, I sprinted back up to my room.

It was raining outside. I flashed to close my window door and its blinds. The wind blew hard. I felt frozen as the cold zephyr touches my bare arms. Raindrops started to snitch through the window into my room.

I tossed my body on top of my bed. As I looked up to the ceiling, I kept recalling all my memories back then, I missed the time when everything still felt usual. The time when I still didn't know that they're something else. Now that I knew that they're not real. Everything felt different, including my love for them. Tears started flowing down my eyes as I buried my face on my pillow, staining the bed sheets with my endless tears. I screamed and shout letting free of all of the haunting thoughts.

"Are you okay honey?" as mom quickly rushed into my room, making me jolt in surprise.

"I'm fine mom, it's just school" I tried to calm myself. I'm just dying inside...

"Just try to take a deep breath Olive. It was just a bad day not a bad life"

"No mom, stay away from me!, I HATE YOU"

I left a big sigh, she won't get it, or should I say it won't get it. I don't want to loose her or to know that she's not a human. I love her so much.

She left without uttering a single word, walked towards the doors, turning off the lights. I laid back on my thoughts wanting to forget everything. I decided to pray to keep us safe and have a prolonged life, I don't want to loose my family. My eyes felt weighty telling me to sleep. I could not control it and everything went black. I fell back on my thoughts.

"This book has been with me for as along as I could remember" as she wiped away her tears." As an old woman told me her reminiscences with her book.

"It has been with me when nobody else is, went through my darkest times"

"We may not have it all together. But together, we have it all" as she looked over and over again to her beloved book.

"Why don't you just buy a new book, duh" I said.

"Who's or what's with you no matter what happens, should not be wasted" as she left her hand on my shoulders, it made me shiver."

I woke up in the daylight as the shine of the bright sun illuminated my room. The dream I had last night made me overthink. "Who's or what's with you no matter what happens, should not be wasted". What does that suppose to mean. Does that mean that I should love my family and not waste their tenderness. But I do love my family so much. I was even too scared to loose them.

I dashed to the bathroom preparing to go to school not wanting to get left by the school bus. The cold morning breeze captivates me.