Mindless Behavior (Currently editing and changing names)

Family Reunion

Jon, EJ and Aiden all came bursting into my room. Jon was the first one to hug me. My mom was standing in the doorway.

“What’s going on?! What happened? Did someone break in?” EJ said trying not to yell.

I shook my head. “I-I..It was a nightmare. A really scary nightmare.”

My mom was next to me now and hugged me. “It’s not real. It never will be real or ever happen, okay?”

“I know. It just felt real. Too real.”

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Just rest it off.” Mom kissed my forehead and left.

“I’ll stay here till you fall asleep.” Jon whispered. I nodded and lied back down. My crying stopped, but my breathing was uneven still.

“Aiden, I got it.”I heard Jon whisper. My eyes were closed and I was facing away from Jon. Half an hour later and I still could go back to sleep. My breathing had calmed, but the fear of having that dream again, I just couldn’t. I know it wasn’t real, but it could happen. It could.

“Nic?” I heard Jon speak. “Are you still awake?”

I turned and lied on my back. I sighed. “Nope. I can’t go back to sleep.”

Jon rubbed his eyes and lied down next to me. “Tell me about your dream.”

I don’t know if I should tell him or I should lie.

“Well it all started when Tristan and the Clarksons moved. My dream was basically my memories. Good and bad memories.”

“Okay. So what was the last thing that you saw?”

“Not here, but just somewhere. I was there. I don’t know why, but I was there. I was in the kitchen by myself. The lights were dim. Someone grabbed me and whispered in my ear to follow him. I don’t know who he was and I was trying to squirm away. But he had a tight grip on me. We were in a room and I was screaming for you, EJ, Zale and Aiden. Anyone. That’s when I woke up.”

“You said you dreamed your memories.” Jon said sitting up. “Did someone rape you Nic?! Or Tried to?”

“N-no. That dream wasn’t a memory. It wasn’t a memory.”

Jon relaxed and lied back down. “You are never going to a party by yourself.”

“I know. I wouldn’t go alone. I hate parties.”

Jon chuckled and then there was silence. He fidgeted a little, tapping his index finger on his chest. He looked anxious. He looked like he had something to say.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Hmm. Nothing. I just have a lot on my mind.”

“YOU have a lot on your mind?”

“Yeah.”

“Like what?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why? I won’t tell anyone.”

“Because I’m afraid of what you’ll think.”

“I won’t laugh or anything.”

Jon sighed and rolled on his side.

“You know Samantha Goinda, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Glasses, used to have braces, wavy hair.”

“What about her?”

“Well I heard she has/had a crush on me.”