I Won't Let You Forget...

Chapter Fifteen

-Monica Thompson's POV-

I watched from the outside as Paige rode her bike down the hill. She looked older, maybe seven or eight, and she was with a boy twice her age as I floated behind them. She laughed and smiled at something he said and he smiled back at her then peddled a little faster to keep up with her.

They were nearing the end of the hill and not slowing down. The pair kept with their flying pace, not watching the busy traffic on the streets below. They got closer and closer, Paige turned back to say something to the older boy but I missed what was said.

"Paige!" I screamed out as loud as I could but all that came out was a whisper of breath.

She crossed the first line of traffic. Then the second, she skid into the shared left hand turn lane where there were no cars. She started to slow in the first lane of oncoming traffic, and a black truck roared down upon her. I reached the bottom of the hill and stood in the left turn lane, I tried to run to her but my feet were cemented to the ground. She looked up at me and started crawling back to the middle lane, closer to me. A red car left it's tread on her back. She didn't get up, her eyes stared back at me pleadingly. I couldn't move. More cars crossed her back, nobody stopped, the pedestrians kept walking, the boy stood at the end of the hill staring but not seeing.

Another car, she closed her eyes...

I jerked awake. My room was dark and empty, I was only dreaming. The green lights of my alarm clock glowed telling me it was 4:00 a.m. I rubbed at my eyes and wiped my tear stained cheeks then climbed out of bed and flicked on the light.

I had to forget the dream I just had.

I walked over to my desk, pulling open drawer with all my notes in it and searched for the small pile of rubber banded scraps of paper and brought them out for me to read. Dean's notes to me.

Don't worry about what I'm thinking, because it's always about you... Green isn't your color, but you're still perfection in a person... I'd spend my life waiting around for you... I love your smile, I hope I'm the reason for it from here on out... I don't even need to talk because you already know what I'm going to say, but I'm going to because I love talking to you... You're the only thing I get to, and love to, call mine...

I flopped back onto my bed with a smile on my face. He had been leaving one of these, if not multiple, in my locker at least once a week for the last four weeks. My head was almost clear I only wish Dean could have been here to do it himself. Of course I could call him, or send him a text, but it's 4:00 a.m. and I don't want to wake him up and have him worrying over a bad dream.

I could go visit Paige and make sure she was okay.

I jumped out of bed and ran out my bedroom door and down the dark hallway. Nobody was awake so it shouldn't have been a problem to reach the front door and run to my parents house from the pack house.

Smack!

I ran into somebody's back that had just come into the house, I wobbled backwards a few steps and rubbed my nose while I waited for the person in front of me to turn around.

"I am so sorry. I was in a rush to get out of the house and I didn't see you come in right before I tried to run out." I said in a nasally voice as I rubbed my nose some more.

"It's all right. I didn't think anybody would be awake this early in the morning." The girl said as she turned around.

"Jordan?" I asked as she turned to me and I could just make out her face from the low lighting in the living room, "What were you doing out so early?"