The Reality of my Dream

Chapter Forty-Six: Life was Falling Apart, yet Starting at the Same Time.

Chapter 46:  Life was Falling Apart, yet Starting at the Same Time.

“Now everybody just put your guns down or I swear I will slide the knife over her throat.” Melissa’s words were beginning to slur slightly as the alcohol took effect.

“Alright.” all of the police put their guns on the floor.

“Good.” she took her one hand that was hold my two free ones and pointed to two of the policemen. The blade had drawn a little blood from my neck as her pressure increased. I hissed in pain and just waited for it to be over. Her hand found my wrists again before I could do anything and I sealed my eyes closed, waiting until I was free. I knew that if I died, Melissa would be sent away and if I didn’t she would still be sent away. Either way, Ryan would be free. It would be okay.

“We heard your admission to killing someone else.” One of the policemen stated.

“Farah.” I tried to cough out, “Farah Rowan.”

“Shut-up.” Melissa whispered, “Do you want to join her?”

“Are you really going to kill me in front of all of these witnesses?” my dry voice whispered back, Ryan would be free.

Melissa stayed quiet and I knew that that meant no. “What makes you think I wont.”

“Why, you’re hesitation. You could have killed me already, but you haven’t. Now why is that? Guilt or the alcohol and no doubt drugs in your system?” Ryan was going to be free.

“You are only making this worse for yourself.”

“No. You are only making this worse for yourself.” I shot back. Ryan will be free.

The blade grew deeper and sealed my eyes, my teeth sinking into my lip to stop from crying. Then there was a gunshot, a scream, and no more pressure from the cold, metallic knife.

I gasped for air and stumbled away from her, falling into the dirt.

Two police officers came over to me and picked me up, I looked over at Melissa who was laying on the ground with blood seeping from her shoulder. She was still alive and I was actually glad she was. No one really deserves death, but she does deserve what’s coming to her, and that’s life in prison which is probably way worse than death.

I was loaded into an ambulance next and put on oxygen. They drove me to the hospital, but I knew I’d be fine. Nothing real important was hit and the deepest wound I had was in my thigh, which really wasn’t all that bad. Yet I was still rushed into the Emergency Room and patched up. As I was rolled to recovery to rest for the night I was greeted by my worried mother and brother. Mom went on and on about how worried she was and how glad she was to know I was safe. Shawn apologized a thousand times and telling me that he was done with the jackass. I soon enough fell asleep, knowing that in the end everything was going to work out.

Mom, Shawn, and I were going to go back to normal.

Melissa was going to jail.

My jackass of a father was never going to be in contact with me or Shawn again.

and

Ryan and I were going to be as strong as ever.

***

I woke up the next morning to be greeted with the white walls of a hospital room. I was thinking it was all a dream, but it most certainly was not. My mom walked into the room with a breakfast tray and set it on the little table next to me bed.