The House Where It Happened

Why?

.... BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The sound of my alarm ends the dream, and I am now back to reality. It is always the same dream. I always wake up at the same time. I can't even see the man's face in my own dream. Tomorrow makes 10 years, and I still dream as if it happened yesterday.

"Good Morning Camilla!" Sarah smiles as she places the plates on the table.

"I made your favorite, Blueberry Waffles."

"Good Morning" I yawned in reply. Sarah is my adopted mom. She and Tommy took me in shortly after the accident. From what I heard, Sarah couldn't have children and I helped with that problem. They have been very nice, and very protective: maybe a little too protective. But who can blame them? I mean I did witness my house being attacked at the age of 7.

"That dream again?" Tommy asked as he poured the brown decaf into his mug.

"Tommy, we don't talk about it at the table!" Sarah quickly muted him. She doesn't like talking about the past, or how I got into their lives. Tommy just quieted and began to stuff his face with waffle.

"Yes. It was the dream again. This makes five nights in a row." I replied looking up not caring about what Sarah would say.

"Camilla!" She hissed at me. "You know we decided to not mention the dream anymore."

"No we didn't! You did! But why? Why is it so bad to come to you guys about it?" I busted out. I have held in the soft voice for too long. I can only take so much. She didn't say anything. Her arched eyebrows lowered back down, and stood and walked away from the table. My face heated with anger, and I busted back upstairs to my room.

My bed feels much softer in the morning than it does at night. Maybe it is just the lack of sleep I receive. Why does my own home feel like it is against me. I grab some clothes and start the shower water to try to wash away all of the anger. Looking in the soon to be fogged up mirror, I stare at the necklace my mom gave me the night of the attack. She told me I will always have her with me. I haven't taken it off in years. I reached my hands behind my head and unlatch the hook. I touch my fingers to the heart center, and I am soon taken back ten years into the past...