I see fire

chapter 2

                                                                  

"Come on, Trent. Hurry up" he said.

"I don't think this is a good idea" I said

"Stop being so boring like that, man" the other guy said

"You heard him. Come on." he said.

"I still don't think this is a good idea" I said again.

 We jogged across Mr.fitz's big yard. One of the guys had a black bag with him. It seemed heavy. He began slowing a little once we got to the middle. He dropped the bag and held out his right hand as if he was stretching it.

"Come on. What is it with you guys? We need to hurry up." The other guy said in frustration. He looked sweaty and rushed.

"What? You try carrying this heavy bag." He said.

He carried the bag again and started jogging again towards us. It was dark and the only light that came to us was the dim light of the moon. I guess we got closer and closer to where we intended to be because both of the guys slowed down until they started walking. We walked in silence until we reached a small wooden house like a dog house. Then suddenly fire erupted everywhere.

I woke up from my dream, sweaty and flustered. I must have fallen asleep after I came back.  I Sat up abruptly and put my hand in my hair and tugged hard so I can alert myself to wake up. I swiped the layer of sweat on my forehead. I looked at my phone. It was 10 PM. I got up and went to the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror I seemed tired with light black circles under my eyes. I couldn't believe that this is what I turned into.

My parents were still sitting downstairs so I decided not to bother them to get my dinner. I sat in my room and studied for a while. I guess it was some while because the next time I glanced at the clock, it was midnight. My parents were no longer downstairs so I got down, opened the fridge and took some of the leftovers. I ate my dinner in silence and then I got up stairs again and studied for another while. I took short breaks every now and then. I fell asleep again at 4 am in the morning.

I woke up AGAIN at 6. Those sleep interruptions were annoying as hell. I sleep and wake up and sleep and wake up again. Never resting because of my dreams. A week ago I asked my mother for some sleeping pills so I could be knocked out for a while without my freaky dreams but of course she said no because she was too worried for me or whatever. I guess she thought I would use them to drug myself or something.

School was in 3 hours so I got up washed my face and got downstairs to watch some TV. My parents were still not up. They woke up at 7. An hour passed and my father and mother got down the stairs. We said our good mornings and sat around the table for breakfast. My dad made pancakes but I ate cereal. While we were eating, my dad just had to stop our peaceful morning and say

 "Trent, we need to talk about you. You need to stop that routine of yours and start getting your grades up again. And for god's sake, stop smoking. We can smell the smoke from your room so don't think we don't know"

"Okay, dad." I said

 "if there's something you need to tell us, spell it out now. I have had enough of your mysterious covering up. The doctor said you are not working with her so what is it?" he said in a louder voice.

"There's nothing I need to say. I don't like the doctor. I am not sick, dad. Will you please just not talk about it?" I said and got up from my chair.