Stranded Souls

Chapter 4

                                                                                   Molly

    I relive this day over and over in my dreams. But now I watch from the sideline. As the car slides on the ice and collides with the other. I can't stop it. It's like I'm paralized. I'm forced to watch as my own nightmare displays in front of me. Just like all the other dreams. But this time it's different.

    I still watch them collide but this time I see it. See what I had missed before. Watched as they closed their eyes for the last time taking their final breath. And their souls leave the bodies and float upwards into the blinding light in the sky.

    That's when I noticed the boy. His soul didn't fly up with the others. It stayed there. Not sure of what to think. Then he turns and sees me. He walks over to me. He takes my hand. This is all becoming to real. 

    "I've been looking for you for a long time" He says.

    But he just bearly finishes the words when I wake up screaming and jump out of bed.

    It takes me a few seconds for my eyes to adjust in the dark. But once they do I find the light switch and flip it on. I just stand there for a moment in silence replaying that dream. It felt way too real.

    My grandparents were then rushing into my room seeing why I had screamed. My grandpa was hold his hammer.

    "Are you alright? We heard screaming." She says looking around cautiously.

    "Um ya. I'm fine just had a bad dream." I said even though it wasn't that bad.

    "Would you, uh, like to talk about it?" My grandpa ask akwardly.

    I glance at the time and it's only two in the morning so I say no. I see his face relax immediately. My grandma kisses me on the head and tells me to go back to bed. I don't object.

    Once they leave I don't go to sleep though. I just lie there on my back watching my fan spin. I don't feel like sleep will ever come but it does because I wake up in the morning. I pull myself out of bed and to the bathroom to get dressed and do my hair. 

    I walk out and flop down on my bed. I still couldn't get over my dream. It felt so realistic. The boy felt so real. But he couldn't be. He's dead. I can't help but feel sad when I think this. But I get up and start walking towards the door. I only make it a few feet before I stop dead in my tracks from a voice.

    "Good morning." it said.

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