Trust the timing of your life

A dream?

When I went back to the house, dad and mom were both waiting for me.

Dad and mom questioned alot about my actions and told me not to talk to Josh, ever again.

I mean I would not blame them....he almost killed me, ontop of that got my parents and Freddie anxious and...and almost made me mentally and physically ill.

He almost got Freddie....my Freddie...my brother killed!

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As my parents stopped the interrogation, I took oliver upstairs to her bedroom. Made sure that she felt safe and secure. Then left, after asking her if she wanted or needed anything.

It was a hectic day, alright. Nevertheless...Mission accomplished.

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"Oliver!"

"Damnit, Oliver!"

"Wake up!"

Three voices yelled over Oliver's head. She had been sleepping for three complete days now talking about a "Josh" and how "he ruined my life."

With this going on for three days and her not going to school, Freddie and their parents got worried.

Olover came to and was sweltering...she looked as if she had been fighting on her dream, the sheets were tangled up meticulously under her legs and hands.

"Mom, Dad, Freddie!"

She yelled hugging each one

"What happened?"

"Are you okay?"

"What did you dream, honey?"

"I dreamt about this guy, named Josh and....."

And that is how her parents found out about her dream...but was it really a dream? Or did it really happen?

Author's note

Was the ending too fast? Should I write more? If so, how many pages n chapz?

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