Relatives and Relationships [ON HOLD]

The Dream

(Quinn's POV)

I continued running, tears streaming down my face, until I couldn't run any longer. I collapsed and just went full out crying. He was probably following me, but I didn't care. He could go to hell. They all could. Why now? Why now of all times? I guess I should have asked, but I didn't want to speak to him again. I didn't care if he could read my thoughts or whatever.

Hey, if you're listening, you're 1. A perv (sorry I didn't exactly keep this PG), I told him, and 2. A complete idiot and I hate you. But you're... nothing. Just an idiot.

I rolled my eyes. Why am I talking to myself in my head, again? How is he even alive? I know that Anthony could have been lying, but I trust Anthony, well no I don't but... I don't know I just do, and I sort of want it to be true. If anyone else had said it, I probably would have demanded proof.

For now, just knowing that I was almost alone was enough to calm me. Well, that and a balled up bit of my jacket in my mouth as I screamed. When I couldn't scream anymore, I just lay there, crying into my knees, laying in a fetal position with my wavy blonde hair all over my face, the bed of leaves and sticks underneath me. I was still crying as I fell asleep, praying that I wouldn't dream. See my dreams, they weren't normal. I knew I was dreaming, but I couldn't wake up unless I almost died. And every time it was worse.

Looks like whoever was listening to my prayers was having a really bad day, because guess what? I. Had. A. Damn. Dream. Well thanks, dream dude. Love ya. And so the dream begins:

I'm in a car with someone. Their face is covered with a black mask, so I don't know who it is. I'm in the backseat, with three others. Yes, it's cramped but whatever. Everyone in here is wearing a mask.there are 5 altogether I think. In the passenger seat... is that a kid? He looks around my age (in height, obviously) but of course he decides to follow the new trend and WEAR A BLACK MASK. Where's my mask, huh?

They pull over at a bridge. The two adult-looking ones grab my arm as soon as I exit the car, the female (her hair was sticking out the end) on my left arm and who I though was a man—or maybe a girl with a pixie cut— on my right. Well he didn't look like a girl physically so I guess it was a man. They all looked somehow familiar, though I wouldn't tell who they were, because of course, they HAVE TO wear masks.

They went over to a cliff and stopped there. Underneath was just a ravine. Nothing to stop them from death. It was like a hundred feet down, so I was guessing none of them were immune to that drop. The adults let go of my arms and stood with the three kids, then one by one, they took their masks off. My mother was first. Then Trinity, Elias and Anthony. Last, a man wearing all black, with deathly pale skin took his ow mask off and threw it to the ground with the rest. I didn't notice before, but he had green eyes. Really bright, exactly like mine. I knew this man, but I didn't know him, ya get me? Probably not, but I was scared. I tried to move but my feet wouldn't cooperate. And so they jumped. First my Mom.

"NO!" I shrieked.
Then Trinity, then Elias and Anthony.

Another round of shrieks as I watch them fall.
and....

"DAD!!" I screamed as he jumped. He didn't look back. He didn't say anything. He just died. I could finally move again, after he had jumped. How useful. I say there, on the edge, crying.

I could see blood on the floor of the ravine. I need to die, I remind myself. But why do I care? Why? How did I know? I've never met him... right? I let the last tear fall onto the front of my shirt as I stood.
"Goodbye," I whispered and I jumped. I kept falling, and falling and falling until I reached the floor, which I just fell through into darkness, as I usually did when I died in these dreams. But this time, the darkness echoed a word:

"Ninny, ninny, ninny," in a deep masculine voice. My fathers. Then I heard a small high pitched voice answer him:

"Yes, papa?" The little voice asked, as I jolted awake, my green eyes wide open on my sweaty, tear streaked face.

I'm so so so sorry I made it sad I actually cried while writing that they jumped off I know it's sort of stupid but it was sad even though I know it isn't real. My book isn't nearly as sad and amazing as XxSilverMarexX 's Vapour and BTS Eighth Member, they're awesome, whether you like Percy Jackson or BTSs or K-Pop or not, the stories are still awesome you should totally read them she was my biggest inspiration to write this book. Thank you for reading and until next chapter, goodbye! *bows*