Within The Lights. (Series)

Chapter 6 - Night Terrors.

Hold on, baby you're losing it. The water's high, you're jumping into it and letting go, and no one knows that you cry but you don't tell anyone that you might not be the golden one. And you're tied together with a smile, but you're coming undone...

The migrane's been gone for a week or so now. Actually, since the fight... I've been hanging out with Jordan alot more lately, almost every day that he doesn't work. He's matured a lot since the Waiting 4 U tour, and i like to think i have too, but considering what's happened lately, I don't think it's much of a true statement.

The nightmares, though, that's a totally different story. It's always the same man, but not always a bad dream. Sometimes, there's a woman with him. An angelic looking girl, with glowing skin and long black hair, just like mine. She knows my name, they both do. But I don't know their's. I feel like I should, i feel as though I've seen them before, but I just can't put my finger on where. I guess my intellect doesn't apply in my dreams. I've never had much of a good memory, anyway, so even if i have seen them, I probably won't remember.

But there's something about the woman that makes me feel a sense of security. Whenever she's there, the man is happy, calm, collected. When she's not, he's aggressive. Angry. The man scares me, but only when he's not with the woman. I think they're a couple. Or, at least, they were. They look loving, but distant from each other.

I forced myself out of my thoughts and climbed out of my bed, walking down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Hey, Macy." My mom smiled.

"Hey." I replied, opening the fridge and scanning around. "There's no food in here."

"That's because I was supposed to go grocery shopping today."

"Can I come?" I asked.

"I'll be fine."

"Okay..."

"Alright, I'll be right back. Don't burn the house down." She smiled, closing the front door.

"Ryan, mom's gone grocery shopping!" I called up the stairs.

He ran to the bottom to face me. "What?"

"Mom left."

"Ah." He nodded in understanding, walking to the living room and sitting on one of the couches.

I sat on the one opposite. "Ryan?" I started, not sure exactly how I was going to ask this question. he might think I'm completely nuts.

"Hmm?"

"Can i ask you something?"

"You just did."

"No," i laughed nervously, "I'm serious."

He looked over at me concernedly. "Okay..."

"Did I know a man when I was younger... That I don't know now? Like, someone who would have been a big part of my life for a while."

He blinked in surprise, then shook his head. "Not that I know of."

"Ryan, please. Don't keep secrets from me. He has dark brown hair, to about his ears, somewhat curly. He always wears these... Huge work boots and unflattering baggy shirts. And sometimes he had a woman with him. Long black hair, just like the color of mine." I picked up a piece of my hair to show him.

"Did the man happen to have blue eyes?" Ryan whispered.

"Yes! He did, why? Do you know who he is?" I asked hopefully.

He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Macy. I really can't help you."

"Ryan! Just tell me if you know or if you don't! There's this couple, the man and the woman I just described to you, and they've been appearing in my dreams for a week and a half now. I know I've seen them before. I just need help knowing where." i begged.

He stared at me for a second. "You don't want to know."

"I do! I'm 17. I can take it."

He sighed, licking his lips and running a hand through his hair. "You were adopted whe you were two and a half years old."

"2 and a half? I thought it was only a year and a half?" I tilted my head in confusion.

He shook his head. "2 and a half. Anyway, child services took you from your home when your birth mother died, and your father became... Aggresive, and was arrested for child abuse. We became your foster home, then ended up taking custody over you."

"So... My... My mother is dead?" I whispered in disbelief.

Ryan nodded slowly. "Macy, i told you-"

"I'm fine, Ryan." I snapped. "Just give me a second..."

I squeezed my eyes shut, and my mind was flooded with flashbacks of my childhood."

"So, why are they both suddenly appearing in my dreams?" I asked.

"That is something you'll have to figure out yourself." He said, standing up.

"Ryan?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"What were their names?"

"Who?" He raised an eyebrow.

"My parents."

"Oh." He nodded. "Anne and Raymond."

Anne and Raymond.

"Thanks, Ryan."

He smiled weakly. "No problem, May."