The Talla

A Shallow Dream

"Crest... Crest..." whispered a girl

It was dark, not a soul can be seen but Crest could hear the girl so clearly. As he followed the voice he began to recognize who it was.

Amazed, he rushed straight to where he heard the voice "could this be her?" he said to himself. He felt a rush in him. Cyndia is somewhere here.

Sadly, there was nothing.

It felt hopeless. There was nothing here but a void of darkness. Crest felt a sudden dispair as if he was going through Cyndia's death all over again. 

All the sudden, something flashed. He realized he was in the middle of a highway.

He squinted his eyes to see what it was. "Oh my God!" shouted Crest as a car heads straight towards him. This was it, he was going to die.  

Alas, the car just passed through him as if he was thin air. It went straight through him and lost control to the point that it crashed at a nearby tree. Intrigued what a car like that would be doing at a night as dark as this, Crest checked out the scene.

The car was wrecked, its tire blistered out of its housing, and front crushed to the point you would think it was hit by a wrecking ball. He looked at the scene  and saw a guy inside.

"He's dead." Crest said to himself.

Drenched in blood and covered in shards of glass, the guy seemed familiar, as if Crest had met him before. 

He opened the almost crushed door and saw that it was Damon.

The bloody figure of the person responsible for Cyndia's death. He knew the car was all too familiar, it was the car where Cyndia died.

He opened the other side to see... Nothing...

This didn't make sense, he knew in his gut this was the place where she died because he was there the morning they found her body. He got down on his knees and felt wierd, something was missing.

"Cyndia should have been here" He said to himself.

"Crest..." whispered a voice behind him

Dazzled by the sound of that voice, he turned. "It can't be." Crest whispered

There Cyndia stood, wearing a Pink Floyd T-shirt and skin tight pants having no scar or bruise from the crash. She smiles at Crest heavenly. 

"This is impossible. Cyndia, how did you.." 

"Shhh... Don't... just look at me." silenced Cyndia

"Crest, I just want you to know that I'm ok. You don't have to worry about me being dead and all. I'm happy here."

"But Cyndia, you're dead because of me. If only I was..." 

"No Crest, it wasn't your fault. It was me being wild that got me into this situation and I don't want you to worry about me."

"Listen to me, I want you to leave my memories behind. Forget about me Crest. I don't want you to get hurt." she added

Crest couldn't utter a word, sparks of light surrounded Cyndia. As these particles began to float up the sky, Crest felt as if the void in his heart was eased up a bit.

"Don't forget about the promise you made me." said Cyndia as she finally disappears into the sky.

Then it all went dark.

Crest started to feel lost but at the same time in an all too familiar place. He knew it. This was all just a dream, all this was not real, though he wish it was. But this all seemed too real for him. He tried to snap himself out of it. 

"Get it together Crest, this is all a dream." he said to himself.

Having read an article about "How to Know if You are Dreaming", he would have counted his fingers to know if all this was real, only that it was too dark to even see anything.

Then a bright light started to approach him.

It was another car that seemed like the police. He raised his hands to tell them he surrenders. A man goes out of the car and grabs a gun then proceeds to shoot Crest in the head. Crest felt the blow on his head as he falls straight to the ground.

"Hey, wake up!" Paul exclaims as he slaps Crest in the forehead

"Dude, we're here." he added as Crest wakes up from that very wierd dream

"What the... where are we?" Crest asked

"We're in Riverdale, man, now get your lazy ass up and let's go!" said Paul.