Crystal (Magcon Boys)

Chapter Eleven.

Get out of here. As fast as you can. Get the hell out of here. Do it!

Why aren't you moving?

My body was heavy, it was like something was pulling me down, keeping me stuck on the ground. Almost like an anchor. Yes, just like an anchor.

So, eventually, I just stop moving. I gave up. I gave up on trying to keep myself up on the surface. With one last deep breath, I let myself go. The anchor pulled me down the water, deep down.

I couldn't breathe, it was hurting me, burning my throat. I frantically started moving my legs and arms desperately. I don't even know why I was trying. There was no turning back now. It's over and I just have to accept it.

Then I die.

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With a loud and desperate gasp, I shoot my eyes open as I sit on the bed, gripping the blanket tightly. I breathe heavily as I use the back of my hand to clean my sweaty forehead. I look around my room trying to calm myself. Once I succeed it I check the time.

7:35

It's still early.

I get up from my bed and make my way to the shower. I turn it on and strip off my clothes, leaving my bare skin to be relaxed by the hot water.

I run my hands through my now wet hair as drops of water continue to fall relentlessly in me. I feel way better now.

I actually know that dream very well. I've known it since I was thirteen. That's when I had it for the first time. I remember waking up with loud screams, sobs, and my brother's voice telling me to calm down. He still lived with us that time but that night my mom wasn't home. Both of them don't know about the dream, I didn't tell them what was it about. I lied and said I didn't remember.

The truth is I never told anyone about it simply because I never thought it was a big deal. Well, that's what I made my mind believe. I have no idea if it is in fact a big deal or not.

I much rather go with not.

Anyways, I don't have it every night. Sometimes, I don't have it for weeks, sometimes for monthes, sometimes I have it in two nights in a row. All I know it's that it eventually comes. It always does.

When I leave the bathroom I wrap my wet body around a white towel and - after drying my hair and putting fresh clothes on - I go downstairs for breakfast.

I pass by my brother's room and notice it's closed door. He still must be sleeping. If you think about it, today it's like the old days. My brother sleeping at his old room and I having that dream again, only this time I didn't wake up screaming. I never do anymore. I learned not to as the years went by.

I smile at the fact that he is here again. It's so good to know that. I don't think he'll ever know how much I look up to him. He means the world to me. I hope he knows that. At least that.

"Morning sweetheart." My mom's soft voice fills the room. I turn my head to her.

"Morning." I reply, taking a seat at the breakfast table.

"Any plans for today?" She asks, her eyes travel around the pages of the new's paper she is reading.

"Actually, yes!" I answer, "I'm seeing a friend later."

She doesn't reply and I question myself is she had even listened at all. Don't be surprised, she does that all the time.

"Well, mom, there is something I want to ask you..." I trail off, pouring some milk on my cup, peering at her from the corner of my eyes.