"Of all the things you choose in life, you don't get to choose what your nightmares are. You don't pick them; they pick you."
-John Irving
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(Joanne's Pov)
"No...please Not again" I said shaking my head.
It's happening again, the nightmares.I'm sitting on the corner of a dark room with my legs pressed against my chest and I'm holding a gun against my shaking hand.
Three dead bodies slumped against the wall, a man pointing a finger at me and repeating the same words that always appear in my dreams "You did this"
I stood up wanting to get a closer look of the dead bodies but regretted it when I saw my own parents and a boy around my age.I gasped and jolted up from my bed the nightmare suddenly disappear just like the way it suddenly appears as soon as I fall asleep.
"Shit, this cannot be happening again" I hissed.
These medicines are not working, my nightmares is getting worse everyday.I looked at the alarm clock on my bedside drawer and it reads 5.00am.
"Great" I huffed, stood up and went to the bathroom.Decided to take a cold shower because it relaxes the tension in my body and helps to clear up my mind too.
After taking a long cold shower, I brushed my teeth, comb my hair and chose to wear sweatpants and a baggy hoodie.I raced down the stairs grabbed my running shoes and decided to go outside for a run cause I woke up too early.
I make my way towards the park and begin to jog while listening to some music from my iPod.
Twenty minutes from my jog I felt like someone was watching me. I shivered, stopped jogging and look around to search if anyone was following me. Not spotting anyone I shrugged and speed walk back to the mansion.
The mansion which only I live in. I don't really spend much time in that place, it's always empty....like me, strong and confident in the outside but inside it's empty.
I don't have any other relatives, my parents are dead, I always spend holidays alone. Just thinking about this brought tears to my eyes.
"No" I growled.
"I will not cry I am strong " I whispered while furiously wiping the tears that managed to escape.
"Stay strong Joanne, and.....yeah Stay strong "I sniffed and nod my head.I make my way towards my room, the only room in this mansion that has been occupied, the other rooms haven't been touched since my parents died.
I never bothered to clean the mansion or even clear up their room.
I fired all of the maids and butlers through anger and after a few days I regretted it.I sat on my bed turned the T.V on and decided to watch a movie from Netflix.
Once the movie " To All The Boys I Loved" play my stomach grumbled."Agrrr...seriously" I huffed.
Grabbed my phone and ordered pizza.
While waiting for the pizza to arrive I continued the movie....20mins into the movie the doorbell rang.I rushed down the stairs and opened the front door. There stood a boy around my age with a medium size pizza box on his hand and a smile on his face. He looked at the piece of paper on his other hand with a confused look.
"Umm....Joanne Anderson?" he asked.
I was suddenly suspicious and slowly studied the boy's features.
"No that's my big sister she's actually upstairs" I said folding my arms against my chest and raising an eyebrow."Oh...okay, well here, that will be twenty-five bucks" he said with a bored face literally shoving the pizza box on my face.
I glared at him and handed him a fifty dollars notes.
"Keep the change pizza boy" I said and closed the door on his face.
I heard him huff and I chuckled.I heard his footsteps slowly fade and relaxed.
I headed back up to my bedroom to have my dinner and finish the movie.
Once I saw the girl enter the school looking for Noah Centineo I gasped." Oh shit, school starts in three days and I haven't bought my stationaries" I said banging my head against the wall.
"Ouch" I hissed and rubbed my now sore head.
I sighed turned the T.V off and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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