When the Lights Go Out {complete first draft}

Day One: All A Dream

dreaming, the first day again

The phone rang. Begrudgingly, I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed. Then, I stopped short and my eyes widened. What was I doing in bed? It was the middle of the night. It must have been a dream, all of yesterday, I thought, really must have been a dream. Matthew, Vincent, the basement cellar. It wasn't real, I was still here. 

I pulled myself out of my reverie. My phone was still ringing. I reached over and saw the caller I.D. It was Vincent. I frowned, looking at the time on my phone. Although everything yesterday was all just a dream, I found it odd that he was calling me the exact same time as he did in my dream last night, it was quite surreal. 

I picked up the phone, clearing my throat. "Vincent?"

Music bleared in my ears on the other end and I pulled the phone away slightly. I could hardly hear him. He must have gone to the party after all. He's said that he was going to. That must have been why I was thinking about it in my dreams. 

"Vincent," I called again. "I can't hear you very well." 

"Can you come and pick me up?" He asked, slurring slightly. I pulled my eyebrows together. 

"No."

"Please!" He begged. "I've got money on me, we'll go to the gas station. I know you're nearly out of gas, but it's open twenty four hours." 

"No." I said again. 

"But why!" 

"I don't want to get out of bed. I don't want to go to the party." 

"You're not going," Vincent argued. "You're picking me up."

"I've had a really bad dream, Vince." I defended my reasons for staying in bed. "I really don't want to leave the house."

Vincent growled down the phone, acting spoilt. "Don't be a loser!"

Saving myself the aggravation, I sighed loudly. "Fine, I'll leave now. But you're filling up my whole tank."

"Whatever!" He chirped, ending the call. 

I chucked the covers off, and changed out of my pyjama's into sweatpants and a sweater. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and wiped my eyes for any sleep, without bothering to put any make up on. 

To be honest, my dream really did freak me out. There was no denying that. So, the only reason why I really agreed to picking Vincent up was because I wanted to avoid doing anything exactly the same as I had in my dream. 

On my way out the door, I checked Kendal's room to see if she was there. There she was, fast asleep. An uneasy feeling ran through me. Something about being awake made me feel uneasy, it made me feel like I was still asleep. The dream was making real life very predicable. Everything, so far, was as it was before. It was freaking me out so much, that shivers were running up and down my spine. 

I pulled up to the house where the party was being held, and already, the music was loud to my ears and I was still in the car. I barely had any gas left, but as I took the key out of the ignition, I knew that there was a station just down the road. 

I didn't bother to lock my door, what was the point? I knew everyone here, this was a safe enough town. No one was going to steal anything. I had nothing in there that they could steal.

As I got to the door, I realised that I didn't know what room was what, or where Vincent was. He could be anywhere. Someone in the doorway tried to put their arm around me, but I shrugged it off. 

I walked into the nearest room. It had a large, thick cloud of heavy smoke. It smelt of weed. I wrinkled my nose, I could see why everyone would leave their cars here because they were all intoxicated with drugs and alcohol. Being sober at a party where everyone else had been celebrating for hours wasn't fun, it almost put me off going to Vincent's party tomorrow.