Daydream Believer

The Dream

-- There were numerous clients in the room. They were all fighting. She had told them about what the he planned to do. Glass was breaking and bullets were being fired. He was yelling at the girls in the corner and firing.

"TELL ME WHO TOLD THEM OUR PLANS OR YOUR FRIEND JEAN WILL GET IT-" He stopped. "Jean," he laughed. "WHERE'S Jean?!"

Jean closed the door behind her after he said this and ran for the stairs. Inside the room, there was a heavy scrambling of feet. Two big men came running out of the room. They ran towards the stairs, right where Jean was heading.

The gunfire stopped.

They pointed their guns at him, and the gunfight started again.

"KILL HER,"he yelled again and the gangsters were coming closer and closer.

"This is the end of the line," one said. Her heart was pounding and adrenaline was flowing through her veins. There was no escape this time. The gangsters cornered her, guns loaded and about to pull the trigger.

The stairs! That's it, the stairs! "Uh, I don't think so,"she said and jumped over the railing. It was a long drop and she landed hard on her left leg. She let out a gasp of pain. Even more men were heading down the stairs. Painfully, she dragged her leg into the room right off the entrance and locked the door. She grabbed a lamp and hit it against the window until it smashed. The door knob was turning violently, and by the time she was out, they had kicked down the door. --

"Jean! Jean!" Davy exclaimed, putting down the pillow. "Jean, you're okay nobody here will hurt you."

He got closer to the bed and gently shook Jean. "Jean!"

She woke up. Davy was standing right above her. She was covered in a thin film of sweat.

"Is everything alright?" he asked.

"I, I guess so," Jean stuttered and sat up.

"I heard you shouting. Are you okay?"

"Yes, I guess just a little cold."

"Do you want me to make you some tea?" he offered.

"You know, Davy, t-that's just a l-little too English for my liking."

They both laughed.

"Now, really, what happened," he insisted, "you couldn't just be screaming in your sleep, or sweating, for no reason. Don't worry, you can tell me anything. I'll keep it a secret. Honest, I swear." He was a little too persistent.

"I-I don't know, i-it's a little personal." She was hesitant. Why tell this to a person who she barely knew?

"Jean, you don't have to tell me if it's personal, only if you want to, you can."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"You can go back to bed, I will be fine, Davy."

"If you say so." He leaves and closes the door. Why did this have to happen tonight?

Jean sighed and tried to go back to sleep.