PJ Ackles

Chapter Eight

I wake up and the first thing I do is look down at my hands. They're tiny. It's almost like I'm 4 again. No, not this dream again. It can't be this dream. Please no. I'm outside drawing with chalk in the driveway when a black van pulls up at the end of the driveway and stops. I know what's happening, but I can't control it. I soon feel arms wrap around my little 4 year old body and I start to scream. "Mommy, Daddy!" I scream as loud as I can. They come running out and see me get thrown into the back of the van. The door gets slammed shut. There's a man back here. "We're going to make sure that you never see your family again," he says to me. Then everything goes black.

    I wake up in a cold swear. I look around and my eyes land on a clock. It's midnight and Jensen still isn't back. I close my eyes, trying to forget about the dream. A few minutes later I hear the trailer door open, but I'm too focused on trying to forget what just happened to check who it is, even though it's most likely Jensen. I feel a blanket being wrapped around me and a pair of arms lifting me up. I'm put in a car and they're about to put my seatbelt on me when I quickly open my eyes. After that dream I don't want to be put in a car by somebody who I'm not entirely sure who they are. I look up and see Jensen next to me.
    "You were asleep. I didn't want to wake you up," he explains.
    "Thanks Jensen. I wasn't asleep though," I say while shifting in my seat. He looks at me, obviously confused.
    "My eyes were closed because I was trying to forget about my dream," I explain. Now he's looking at me with a concerned look on his face.
    "Do you want to tell me about your dream?" he asks.
    "When we get home. Right now I just want to listen to music." I tell him.
    The rest of the way home is quiet, except for the music in the background. When we get home the first thing I do is go into my room and change into pajamas. About 5 minutes later there's a knock on my door.
    "Come in," I say to  whoever is on the other side of the door. It's either Danneel or Jensen. The door opens and I look up. It's both of them.
    "Hey PJ. Did you have fun today?" Danneel asks. I nod my head in response. I know what the next  question is and I'm already dreading it.
    "Jensen told me that you had a bad dream. Do you want to tell us what happened in your dream?"
    They both sit next to me. Jensen on my right and Danneel on my left.
    "It was more of a memory than a dream. I know that now. Before you found me, I thought it was just a reoccurring bad dream, but when you explained how I had been taken at that interview I knew it wasn't just a dream. I learned them that it was, or should I say is, a memory. It's about the day I was taken. When the dream starts I'm 4 years old again and drawing with chalk in the driveway. Then the bad people come and take me. I scream for you guys and you come out just in time to see me get thrown into the back of the van. After the van door is closed a man tells me that they're going to make sure that I never see my family again. Everything goes black, then I wake up," I explain. They both hug me and I start to cry. I fall asleep crying in my parents arms.