Star-Crossed Myth: The Divine Fate (Book One)

Chapter VI: One Thing After Another

I sit straight up in bed, gasping for air. Being hit with a wave of exhaustion. Confused, I rub my eyes, feeling my sore lids as I rub them, it's as if I never slept to begin with. I think, and recall the dream I had.

"What the hell..." I mumble, then stop my hand that rests over my face. "Wait... my dream..." My hand falls into my lap as I'm surprised I remembers the dream. The dream I've had so many times but could never remember. So, why now?

I sit in bed trying to figure out why I find myself still exhausted. I take my empty glass on my bedside and head for the kitchen. Hearing the creaking floor beneath my feet as I try to find my way through the darkness, I have the help of the moon's rays casting through the gaps between the curtains. Leaning against the counter, my elbows resting on the edges as I run the glass under the tap, watching the water fill the glass.

Then something comes over me, and I slowly look over my shoulder at my door. Tempting to go over and open it, curious to know if it will connect to that mansion in my dream.

The cold rush of water spilling over my skin shocks me back to what I'm doing. I'm startled I shut off the tap and rest the glass on the counter.

I shake my head. "Get it together..."

With a few deep breathes, I take my glass and head back to my room. As I cross my living area, from outside my window, through the partially opened curtains, a soft radiant glow catches my attention. I walk up to my windows, poking my head through the curtains until my nose almost touches the cool glass, I find myself staring into the beautiful clear night sky, watching a few shooting stars stream across the sky.

I gasp and hear a loud shatter. I feel the water from my now broken glass seep under my feet.

I rub my eyes and look again at the night, to find nothing. But dark clouds, indicating that it's going to rain.

"What the...B-but..." I back away, my stomach doing back flips as I'm left confused.

Shaking my head, I sprint back to my bed and dive under the covers, forcing myself to go back to sleep.

A Few Days Later...

After that night, the same dream continues, and it ends the exact same way. Every time I wake from that dream I feel even more exhausted and my limbs feel sore.

Days pass and more and more, depression continues to take over. I spend hours in bed, even after I wake up, staring blankly at the wall. When I attempt to distract myself from the unhappiness eating me from the inside out, like focus on my hobby; write songs, sing, play an instrument. It doesn't last for more than a few minutes until I just end up sinking back under the covers and dreaming once again.

The sound of my alarm going off from my phone, indicates I have to work soon. Work has been the only thing keeping my mind off things, to get my ass out of bed and do something productive.

Getting up, managing to putting on some decent clothes, I throw my bag over my shoulder, and grab my truck keys.

I take the back roads again, driving through the downpour of rain we've been getting for a few weeks now. I feel a spike in my senses at a certain point in the road. I always tend to brake, look around the forested area as if waiting for something, or someone to appear. But minutes pass and nothing. I continue to drive my way to work.

Hoping out of my truck once I park and turn off the ignition, Emily is there, in the back alley, under a small awning to keep her dry from the rain, having a smoke.