I drive up to the grey stoned building, and let out a huge sigh. Time to face one of my problems. Entering the building, I stop and speak to a guard. "I'm here to see Nathan Goer," I inform him.
"Meeting Area twenty one, I'll send him out." the guards buff muscles tense as he closes his fists. I head over to Meeting Area twenty one and is down at the stone slab that is used as a table. A slick glass separates the two sides of the table.
Dammit Desserea, why did you come here? I scold in my head.
A man with bleach blonde hair that's spiked upwards sits down on the opposite side. His clover eyes give me a deadly glare, as I stare at him. "Desserea, didn't think I'd see you here," he snarks.
"Nathan, I really need to talk to you-"
"Why? Just so you can tell me what a failure and disappointment I am?" he cut me off.
"No, I just need to get this off my chest. Just be a good brother for once in your life, and listen." he furrows his brow and smirks, while I speak.
"I'll listen, but don't expect me to do anything else." he crosses his arms.
"I've been having the dreams again." I admit.
"Wait, are you talking about the dream?" finally, Nathan starts acting like the brother he was when we were kids.
"Yes, the dream. But it's been alternating every time. One time Cameron's in it, then it's Hailee. Sometimes it's both, and everyone else too." I sigh.
"Has the person revealed their face?"
"Not yet, but each time I get closer to their face. I have a bad feeling." I've had the dream since I was in first grade. Sometimes other people are in it, but the plot is the exact same. "I'm scared that it's gonna come to life.".
"It's not going to happen in life. And they wouldn't do that in real life, so don't worry about it," Nathan seems so worried about me, which is crazy cause he hasn't been worried about me in forever.
"Desserea, are you pregnant again?" he asks out of the blue. My eyes bulge out of my head and my jaw drops.
"You did not read that from my face, how did you know?"
"I know you Desserea. I'm your older brother and I can tell when something's going on," he smiles at me. It's been forever since I've seen him smile. "I know that I got into drugs and stuff, but I'm a clean man now.".
"Nate," my voice lowers," You have problems. I don't want you to have to go back to the asylum.".
But before he can respond, the guard comes," Visiting hours are over.". I wave Nathan goodbye and leave with watery eyes.
Now I just have one more place to go. I drive off to the fenced area about five miles away. Weeds weave into the fence. I slide my body through the broken side and walk down the hill. Stone slabs cover the field I walk onto. Most have flowers delicately placed on top of them. On the far edge of the field, lays a granite block. I kneel down in front of it and stare at it. The boiling moon reflects onto it, revealing more dust. I dust off the slab and trace my fingers over the engraved words. A soft breeze blows by, leaving goosebumps trailing up my back. Reaching into my pocket, I grab hold of a golden locket. The heart shaped locket remains closed, as I hang it off of the grave. It dangles like a wind chime and softly sways back and forth. Suddenly, the locket cracks open. It hasn't opened for years. The picture on one side and the words engraved on the other, bring tears to my eyes.
As I slowly stand up, thoughts of regret and fear run through my head. Whenever I feel this, I pull down my sleeves or put on a jacket, hoping nobody will bring it up. Thankfully, nobodies here to talk about it.
Taking a deep breath, I walk away. I should really get back to the house before it gets too late.
As I'm driving back, I pull over on the side of the road and bawl on the steering wheel. I've never had a normal family, and I never will. The moon cracks through the windshield, as the clouds settle in. I stop crying and continue to drive back.
Everyone in the house is still asleep- considering the fact that it's almost three o'clock in the morning. Cameron hasn't moved from the position he was in when I left, and Hayes has Ashton cuddled to his chest.
Before I try to go to bed, I decide to go to the bathroom. But I notice that light is shinning from beneath the door. I knock on it, and nobody answers. Surprisingly, it's not even locked so I head in. I almost trip over somebody who's crying on the floor. "Grace?" I ask, rubbing my head.
"G-Go away," she sniffles.
"What's wrong, you can tell me." I place my hand on her back as she lifts her head up.
"Did Nash tell you about Rosalie?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well it's just the fact that she's dead is tearing me apart. Rosalie was like my little sister and I always looked out for her, and now she's gone." Grace cries.
"Shh, it's okay. You know that Rosalie was suffering, right?"
"Yes," she gives me a saddened look.
"Well, now she doesn't have to suffer anymore. I didn't know her problems, but now they're gone forever." I hug Grace. "It's almost three in the morning, we should get some sleep." I quietly add.
Grace nods and rubs her eye. I give her a faint smile and ask her if she wants me to get Nash, but she says no and heads to bed.
Grace is such a sweet girl, and I hope that I become closer to her over time. Anyways, when I head back I notice that Cam has moved a little but not too much.
Trying not to wake him, I lay down and cuddle up next to him. "What's wrong honey?" he whispers.
"Oh-a-nothing, I just can't sleep." I lie.
"Babe, what's wrong?"
"I went back to Devon's grave," I sigh.
Okay, I might update every now and then, but I really need to take a break from everything for a little bit and decompose.
-Rose🌹
