Just a Dream

Recovery

The days and days of hospital treatments didn't make me happy. I realized that being a dreamer was a risky life, a dangerous one. Mrs. Daylock didn't need to tell me who shot me, I already knew. It was a dream catcher. I wondered to myself, what could they have against us? We are just people too, like them. I was put through surgerys that lasted hours. I was told I wasn't going to make it. What if you were seeing the last moments of your life? Would you think back to your mistakes? Would you be worried about leaving this world? Would you want to talk to the ones you loved before it was too late? When I was told this information, I didn't think about any of this. I didn't beleive it. I am a dreamer and I had a life to live, people to love, and a story to tell. That's why I'm alive. I was strong in that emergency room.

I woke up and no one was in my room. I was a little confused, And my head hurt. I lifted my hand to touch my head and there was a big patch of cloth and bandages that covered it. I looked at my hand and it was white.

"You lost a lot of blood from your injury, that's why your white. But don't worry, you'll be a normal color shortly. Do you want to see your mother?" Asked the same short doctor I saw with Drew.

"Yes please."

In walks my mom, she looks sleep deprived. She rushes over to me and gives me a hug and kiss on the forehead.

"This is getting scary." My mom says as she's crying. "I thought I lost you."

I hugged my mom back but I had a more important question to ask my mom.

"Mom, where lance?!"

"He's at the sheriffs office, he's being asked questions."

"They don't think he did it, right?!"

"No, they know it wasn't him. But he was the closest person to you and saw the whole thing. He's... Going through some hard stuff honey. Seeing you get shot and being in so much pain is putting HIM through a lot of pain. Thanks to him, your alive."

I wondered how he saved me... But it all made Sence. He kept me calm and I didn't go into shock, he called 911, and he ran me out to them. He really did help a lot. I realized how much he meant to me.

"Lance isn't allowed to see you untill your out of the hospital, I made it so only family can see you. This room doesn't need chaos. "

I was almost angry with her, I didn't know how long it would be untill I saw lance again, but I was so tired I didn't mind right now.

"Have you heard how Drew's doing?!" I ask.

"Actually, she called a little while ago, here, call her back."

I dialed Drew's number in and she answerd very excitingly.

"PAISLEY, PAISLEY, oh my gosh I was so nervous!!!! Are you okay????!"

"Drew, I'm fine."

"I thought you were going to die paisley!"

I could hear her crying on the other side of the line.

"I'm here, I'm here, and I'm alright. But how are you?!"

"Oh, that's why I called. You'll be so happy. I can walk on my leg!!"

I wanted to scream for her but I wasn't feeling up to that.

"That's awesome!" I said, "but I have to go, I'll call you later."

My head started to throb and my mom told the doctor.

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3 days later

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I finally got out of the rocters office and my head was healing just fine. My mom was starting to really get worried me being a dreamer. I still had some questions.

"Mom, what do dream catchers have against us dreamers?"

"Well, you know how our dreams hurt people sometimes? We don't mean to but it just happens? Well dream catchers are the people that lost their loved ones because of dreamers dreams. And they can't get over that we don't want too hurt anyone. The group started by someone you used to know... Your dad.

My dad? All this time I thought he was a good man, a man I looked up too. But he started this horrible team.

"I have something else to tell you. And it's going to be hard to tell you this. Your dad didn't get in a car crash... I killed him."

Was my mother just as bad as my father? For a moment, it was hard to look her in the eye. This didn't sound like she accidentally killed him with her dream. It was on purpose. Who was the bad guy here?!

"Don't freak out Paisley!! I can explain. Each dreamer gets one dream where they manipulate what happens. They choose the outcome of the dream, and it happens instantly. I used my "wish dream" to.. To kill your father.."

My mother started to cry. I knew this was hard for her and now I know she is good.

"I used my dream on this because one day, he found out I was a dreamer. I could tell he wasn't happy, but I loved him. He then began to hurt me, and when I announced I was pregnant, he knew it was a dreamer. Honey, I know he loved you, he just.. Lost someone he love from a dreamer. He told me he wouldn't love the child, feed her, or keep her. He began sounding violent about you and I had to do it to keep you safe.

By the end of that, we were both in tears. I know it hurt her to tell me that my own father didn't love me. And it was hard for me as well.

"Oh." I said expressionless.

It was hard hearing that, but I had one parent that loved me. My mom. I ran up to her and bear hugged her telling her I loved her. That day I realized how lucky I was. I had a loving mother, and I lived.