Milly's Wrath

{Part Sixteen}

"Higher, Mommy! Higher!" The little girl squealed. The hair blew her curls behind her as the trees disappeared under her feet to only be shown later when gentle hands pushed her. "Stop it,Daddy!" She yelled as her father shortly grasped her ankles to slow her down a little. He would then tickle her stomach and push her back.

"Come on,Baby." Her mom said, grabbing the back of the toddler swing to stop it. "Let's go home."

"Noooo!" The little girl whined. "More swing!"

"Listen to your Mom." Her father said, picking her up by her underarms and putting her on his side. "It's getting late anyway, and Princess's need to be sleep now."

"I'm a princess?"

"Of course you are!" He tossed her in the air, quickly turning around so she landed on his back. "We'll come back tomorrow." 

She felt her Mom's hand on her back as her dad removed one arm to wrap around the woman. They both had sun-kissed skin. His hair was braided, but you could still tell that when it was unraveled they would be in luscious curls. Her hair was a pretty chestnut brown that curled around the edges and cupped her face. They raced down the trail, the little girl's laughs being heard through all of the window and train horns in the background.

"I love you sooo much,Mommy and Daddy."

"We love you too,Autumn."

I shot up in my bed, sweating as tears cascaded down my face like a summer stream. Little sunlight was shining through the curtains, and the clock revealed it was 5:37 in the morning-early for Saturday. I wiped my face over and over, hoping that it would slow my heart rate but it did nothing. On instinct, I got out of bed and reached under it to retrieve my sketchpad and materials. Going to my study desk, I aggressively swiped all of my other folders on  to the floor and turned on the little lamp. I started to sketch the faces from my dream, not even really focusing on what I drew.

It was so real. The voices were familiar and the faces seemed etched into memory at this point. I could literally feel the texture of their hands on my skin, and smell the scent's of Calvin Klein and Dior J'Adore. I remembered the park, and I remembered the ice cream we ate afterwards in the car...but that was it.

I don't know how long I sat there and drew, but by the time my phone rung it was done. I ignored the ringing, lifting up the pad and lightly swiping away all of the unnecessary crumbs of tensile. When I looked at it, tears already were brimming to my eye tips. Opening my sketchpad, I saw the two people I always drew...except they had facial features now. They had eyes and lips and eyebrow arches and...looked real.

My phone ringing irritated me to the point I had to pick it up. "What?"

"Woah, who made you mad?" The voice was Jessica, and she sounded taken aback.

I rubbed my forehead, thinking it would heal the internal pain.It didn't. My mid was clouded right now. I wanted to know who these people were and why they invaded my dreams and made me remember things I forgot about. "It's...nothing. It's nothing. WHat's up?"

"Well, we were supposed to meet at the mall at one. It's two. Where are you?"

"Shit..." I muttered, standing up and going to my closet. "Okay, I'll be there in twenty."

"Alright." We hung up the phone and I went to the shower.

The Finals were in three weeks and today was when we were going shopping for our outfits to compete in. Later, we would be hitting up the studio to get dances arranged. Everyone had the dances perfected, but we needed to sort them. This competition would span over three days, and we had to go to Boston for it. Fund-Raisers had been the epiphany of us, because despite us having funds- you know, being a school club and all- it wasn't enough for all ten of our plane tickets. So it was only a miracle we managed to scavenge all of that money.