She Dreamed of Her Memories

Chapter three- Long distant relationships kill

Sorry about the really short chapter! I'm gonna wait to put all of the good stuff in the next chapter.

Enjoy!

~ Nadira Anna Riley ~

I think we dream so that we don't have to be apart too long. If we're in each others dreams, we can play together all night. - Bill Watterson

Chapter three- Long distant relationships kill

That night I didn't dream about Silas.

I didn't dream at all.

My mind for the first night was just a black wall.

Is that how normal people sleep?

I couldn't help myself but be a little freaked out about it.

Why did I stop dreaming all of the sudden?

I just so happened to stop dreaming after I met Silas.

But no matter how odd it was. Well, odd for me. I didn't dare to tell anyone. I just kept telling myself it was just a one time thing, that I'd go back to being looked upon by Silas on the top of that hill, dreaming, and wishing it would last forever.

But I lied to myself. I ended up not having any dreams about Silas for the rest of the week.

Not only did I lie to myself, but I also got sick. I got weak and tired, and I was sweaty and pale. And, its not very attractive either. It was like I had a nasty flu except I didn't. I knew it wasn't the flu. It was a foreign sickness to me.

I wanted to dream more than ever that week, because dreaming was a lot better than being sick and cooped up in a bed all day.

I found myself thinking about Silas during the day more than I had ever dreamed about him.

What does he do?

Where does he live?

Is his girlfriend prettier than me?

Does he remember me?

I was anxious to find Silas, I wanted to hop out of bed and search all of Orlando for him. I was getting sicker everyday. And thats when Jayson came to the rescue.

Jayson woke me up sitting at the edge of my bed whistling some stupid melody. I was already half way awake, so I sat up and rubbed my sleepy eyes.

"Get dressed quickly Jen. I need to take you somewhere its important." He says urgently.

I groan "I'm sick, I can't go anywhere."

"Jenna get up its your birthday, and your really sick. I'm gonna go take somewhere to get help."

I run my hand through my long thick hair, it takes me a while to comprehend what Jayson is saying. But I'm too tired to respond, my energy runs out of me quickly. I try to hop out of bed but my body feels so heavy, and I have lay back down to catch my breath. This was the worst. I can't even get out of bed on my birthday, heck I almost forgot it was my birthday.

Jayson comes around the side of my bed that I'm laying down on, and lifts me up in his arms like I weigh nothing. Which I probably don't. I'm surprised Jayson even picked me up or noticed that I couldn't get up. After all, he is an inconsiderate fag.

"Hang in there Jen" Jayson says holding me tight.

He runs down the stairs without even almost dropping me once. My head throbs with so much pain that I close my eyes. So many questions run through my head.

Am I dying?

Where is Jayson taking me?

Where is Aunt Maria?

Am I going to be okay?

Suddenly a fear of dying creeps up behind me. I have never been seriously ill before. At least I hope it's not serious . It's funny how now that I am struggling to breath, and probably dying in Jayson's arms that I start to think about everyone and everything all at once.

All the people you love come running through your mind.

My mom, dad, Jayson, Aunt Maria, Cinna toast O's, and maybe Silas.

You start to think about how you'd miss them if you were dead. Even if you can't miss people when your dead.

I can imagine my mom now sitting all alone in her empty room, crying. Figuring out how she's going to pay the next bill, and grieving over the only daughter she's ever had.

I can't let that happen.

I promised myself to have all the strength, and love my father never gave my mom. To make her feel loved, like every good hard working woman deserves.

Dying right here, right now was not an option.

I grabbed Jayson tighter as he bolted outside still holding me tight. He carefully puts me in the passenger seat of his cheap Toyota he got last christmas.

I was still fighting to breath. But already gave up on trying to keep my eyes open, or to talk. I relied on sound.

I listened as Jayson started the car up quickly, and rushed out of the drive way. Jayson turned on the A/C since it was humid in Orlando.

Questions buzzed in my ear.

How did Jayson know I was really sick without me telling him?

Where is he taking me?

And that same threatening question.

Am I going to be okay?

I've heard so many stories about people dying on their birthday. People have gotten in a car accident, gotten shot, jumped by a gang, fallen off a cliff, and even fallen asleep while taking a bath and drowned.

Yup, and I was next.

Jenna Coleman dies of unknown causes.

That would be the end of this story. The end of it all.

I'd never get another mouthful of delicious Cinna toast O's ever again. Jayson would have that box of it in the cereal cabinet all to himself.

My chest suddenly gets heavy, and I finally give in to sleep.

Or is this what death feels like?

But I don't think dead people can still think.

And that's when I'm dreaming again. About sitting on top of that hill. But Silas isn't starting down at me, instead he's sitting next to me looking at me with a frightened look on his face. I look back at him, and I realize the sun isn't blinding his eyes anymore. I can see his beautiful face perfectly.

But his face gives me chills, it's not as tan and full of life like it usually is. Now he's pale, and his eyes are blankly staring ahead. I'd rather not be dreaming at all, why can't I just wake up?

"It's begun," Silas says staring ahead, his voice seems to echo through my head "there is no turning back now."

My heart thumps inside of my chest "Whats begun?" I asked frightened.

Silas looks at me like I should already know the answer.

"Us."