Chapter 2
I'm jittery this morning. I didn't go back to sleep after my dream last night, instead, I tried remembering. I had to take a bunch of Advil while I was getting ready this morning because my head was throbbing. All I could remember was my dad pacing in his study on the phone with someone. I was peaking around the doorframe and he was going on about how we needed to leave. That we'd pack in a few days and move in with his close friend in Maine. Considering we didn't move I guess that memory was close to the date of T.B.T. I also remembered my mother cooking grilled chicken and mac n cheese. She always knew how to lighten the mood. She was graceful and bright and I wish she was here so I could remember.
I didn't have to pick up anyone this morning thankfully because I am NOT ready to see anyone. I'm still trying to figure out my memories and my dream. Blake. Maybe I should talk to him. No, no this is absurd it was just a dream. Just a dream Rayne. Why am I having such a hard time believing that? The bell brings me out of my thoughts and I realize that I have to see Mr. Collins now. Will he talk to me? Do I want to talk to him? Not really. His face still makes me mad. BUT WHY!? He hasn't done anything wrong. I'm being irrational. Ok. After fourth period today I'll ask if we can talk and we can go to the very public very open coffee shop down the road. That works. Right?
My mind is still reeling and my legs won't stop moving under my desk. I'm barely aware that Mr. Malloy has started his lesson and Blake has his eyes contently on me. Does he know about my dream? NO! That's preposterous! It was a DREAM Rayne. Honestly, I belong in a mad house. My face flushes at the memory of him holding my head in place. So close to the lips that smirked at me..'Rayne. Quit it.' My mind is spilt into eight different thinking paths and I'm getting a headache again. Thank god I brought Advil. I can't even pay attention to the worksheet and all of a sudden my head gets a blow of relief. And pain.
I grimace and try to hide my face as a memory resurfaces. It's my mother and father. We're sitting by the fireplace with a book. No, it's a journal of some sort.
"This is our journal to you my precious little Rayne," I'm about 7 I believe and my mom is brushing my hair while my father holds out the journal, "Yes, Rayne, this will tell you everything you need to know once you're older. Heck, I'd let you read it now but your good ol' mom thinks you should wait a few more years," My dad smiles up at my mother and they smirk at each other.
"Let the child be a child, Charles," He looks at me and rolls his eyes which causes me to giggle. I try to focus my attention to the journal. It's old looking. Brown, worn leather and a strap to keep it closed. It has the word Energy engraved in the front and on the spine of it. I want to open it..
"Rayne? Rayne??" I gasp and come back to reality where Mr. Malloy and nearly the whole class is gazing at me worriedly. And Blake. I feel small cold sweat drops on my forehead.
"I-I'm sorry Mr.Malloy, I don't feel too well," I grab my things in a hurry and rush out the door before he can call my name. I'll probably get detention for that. I run out to my car and sit in it for a minute trying to decipher my memory. That journal. I have this feeling in my gut that I need to find it. Where could it possily be? I rack my brain for ideas thinking about some of my parents things that lie in storage. It'd be painful to go there, but I need to.
I lie my head on the steering wheel and take deep breaths. Wow remmebering is painful. I chuckle to myself and pop the Advil in my mouth. Second period is about to start but I don't want to wait to find this stupid journal. I sigh and climb out of my car. As much as I hate school, I can't ditch it. A thought hits me. My birthday is tomorrow. And the anniversary. I lean against my car and breathe deeply. I normally go to their grave site and then go see a movie with the gang. I don't think I'm in a movie mood after todays little event. Oh well, I'll bear through it.
