Make believe

Chapter 26

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I'm at the beach. The sky a clouded blur towering above me, the sea cold and grey. A gust of wind flung my hair through the air and pulled on my dress as its mess of a song blared in my ears. There wasn't another soul in sight, and despite that, I didn't feel alone. I walked towards the water and felt my feet leave the hard, loose sand and land on the wetness of the near sediment on which the water lapped upon. I walked, and watched the waves engulf and curl around my ankles, slowly snaking up my calve as I continued farther. The coldness surrounded my knees, then my hips. My breathing hitched in my throat as the wetness made its way up and through my dress to softly touch my stomach and chest. I felt like I was about to be known to something. In a few moments, I would be greeted with something beautiful. Wonderful. Comforting. I continued.

I traveled on until my dark hair surrounded me in the water like wet seaweed and I felt ice-cold hands creep up my neck. I was calm. At ease.

And then suddenly, it wasn't from my point of view anymore. I was a soul watching from the perspective of the beach, away from the silent, life-taking water. I watched as my head wavered above the water, but just for a moment, and then I was gone.

I collapsed on the beach. My lunges clenched and strained with every breath I struggled to take. I was dry. I was safe. But it was as if I was in the water, although I wasn't. My head screamed, the only sound on the beach, my gasping for breath. I couldn't hear the wind anymore. The waves were silent. Waiting. The trees behind me danced, the waves being thrown back and forth with such a force. My vision was blurring, things becoming hazy.

Oddly, I didn't feel pain.

I felt nothing.

Nothing.

My eyes opened to reveal to me that, no, I am not at the beach. My hair was dry, my lungs clear. As my breathing slowed, I stared at the back of Ashton's head, trying to interpret my dream. What could something so disturbing possibly mean? I turned to me side, my arm rested underneath my head. Ashton's breathing was slow as he slept, his hair a mess of tousled, golden-brown curls. His broad figure blocked some of the light filtering in through the window from quite reaching me, and I was glad. The harsh brightness of the morning would surly bring me a headache after that troubling, confusing dream. My head ached just thinking about it.

I laid there another moment , contemplating whether I wanted to get up or not, when I heard my mother calling my name. Instantly, I bolted upright, unsettling the sleeping boy next to me. His body hit my hard wooden floors with a loud thud as he was torn from his slumber and thrusted back into reality.

"Laraine, what the Hell?" He muttered as he got into his knees. I frantically motioned for him to be silent, but of course, he could take no such hint.

"What's wrong?" He asked. I waved my hands through the air, then placed a finger on my lips, silently wishing for him to be quiet.

"Laraine, are you okay?" My mother called from the bottom of the stairs. From the floor, Ashton's eyes widened, his mouth forming a perfect 'O'. Slowly, I treaded to my door and opened it, the hinges creaking as I did so. The hallway was empty, but I felt the presence of my mother just below.