A Thousand Lies

Chapter 3-Christina

I woke up in the morning still not sure if last night was a dream. 

A thousand questions clouded my mind.                                                                                                            Who was he? How did he know Zoe is my friend? What did he need to tell me that was so important?   I didn't have an answer to any of those questions. The only way to get an answer would be to go see him today.

I made myself a peanut butter sandwich before leaving. As I ate it, I thought about last night. That boy, whoever he was, seemed to need to tell me something really important. But if it was so important, why didn't he just tell me last night? It all didn't make sense. As I was about to walk out of the door, I remembered to check my phone for messages from my mom. I turned on my phone, and, sure enough, there was a message written on the screen.

Hi Christina, it said, I wanted to tell you I'm going to be coming back home tomorrow. See you soon! Love, Mom 

I touched the delete button, then grabbed my phone and put it in my bag. After making sure the front door was locked, I ran all the way to school.

I reached the school in less than ten minutes. As soon as I got there I went around the back, to see if he would be waiting for me again. I scanned the area with my eyes, until my gaze landed on a tall boy wearing a black hoodie. He was leaning against the wall, just like last night, staring at me. I walked over confidently. He didn't look as threatening as he did last night. 

 As soon as I came over, he started talking. "So, you actually came."                                                                 I started nodding, then stopped. "I have some questions." I said, trying to sound more confident than I looked.             He didn't answer, so I continued. "Who are you?"                                                                                                    He looked at me for a few seconds, then answered, "You really don't remember me, huh?" He paused for a moment. "My name is Jayden."                                                                                                              "Okay, what did you want to tell me last night?" I asked.                                                                             "Chrissy," He started, but I interrupted him. "Please stop calling me that."                                                   "Um, sorry, Christina. This is going to be really hard to explain, so just listen okay?" He said.           I nodded, waiting for him to continue.

He took a deep breath, then started telling me everything. "Do you ever get weird dreams, like, really weird ones?" He said.                                                                                                                                              I swallowed. How does he know that? I nodded slowly. "Well, this is gonna sound crazy, but they're real."                                                                                                                                                                            I stared at him, speechless. "What?"                                                                                                                        He cleared his throat. "You and I are special. We are not like everyone else. You have dreams that show the past, the present, or the future, and I can't die. We aren't from here, I mean, we aren't from... this world." He looked at me, waiting for me to understand. "Okay, that probably sounded crazy, but you have to believe me, or at least try to."                                                                                             I still just stared at him. He slowly reached into his pocket and drew out a small, silver object. "If you don't believe me," He said, "take this." He handed me the object.

 As I held the cold metal object in my hand, I realized what it was. A locket. I opened it up, finding a little picture inside. On the picture was Jayden and I, probably about ten years old. We were standing in what looked like a soccer field, holding hands.                                                                               I quickly turned around to look at Jayden. 

He was gone.