Life is but a Dream

Things About Me

My life was normal. I guess everyone's is before it gets not normal. Sure I had my own sob-story and maybe there was a few things off but that was the normal for most people. I lived with my adoptive parents in a fairly small town. If you live in a fairly small town you know what I'm talking about, but if you don't go look up the town Collinsville and it looks pretty similar to that. I don't really feel like explaining it and we're not going to be there long anyways. I had a few friends but the only one I've ever really hung out with was Stacey. I can't really remember if she ever choose to come with me or not. I think one day a silent wave just came crashing down on us and it never let up. Even now I think it's still drowning us but that is not the point. I guess there wasn't really a point so let's get back to the story. Anyways I was doing something completely average on my completely average day that will-

"Anne, Arec is being an asshole again."

A girl with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and pale skin came running into the room. Her usual straight hair looked like a small tornado has passed over it and her blue waist coat she wore over her black tank top seemed to have disappeared.

"Number one, what happened to your jacket and number two, can't you see I'm doing something?"

"James gave me a nogie than stole my jacket. I tried to get it back and he wouldn't give it back so Arec told him to give back the jacket and to stop being an asshole. I'm guessing you can guess the rest."

"And what am I suppose to do about that? I'm not your mother and I'm not going to punish him" I said sitting back down on the box I used for a chair and picking up my pen to start writing only to be interrupted again.

"Yeah, but someone needs to break up the fight. I would but it's getting to heated."

"Is this paper and pen invisible, because as far as I know everyone can see it."

"What are you even doing?" asked Stacey curiously peering over the me to let her eyes meet the paper.

"I'm writing down our life story or at least I would be doing that right now if I wasn't being interrupted."

"You would rather write than get a chance to hurt James?"

"Yes."

"But we need some help and you'll get a chance to "accidentally" assault James."

"Don't worry I invest the responsibility of breaking them up to you."

"But-"

"I'm sure you can "accidentally" assault him enough for the both of us."

There was a moment of silence before Stacey spoke up again.

"What's up with you lately? Are you sure your okay? You've been spending the a lot of time alone."

"Yeah I'm good."

"So nothing happened at The Adrastos Temple?"

"No. Now can I write or would you like to talk so more?" I said sarcastically.

"Okay, okay. I'm going."

I don't even remember what we were talking about ,so fuck it, we're starting here.

"Aliens are not going to come and beem us up."

"Yeah, but we are in a field at night and something always bad happens."

"Would you like to go in?"

"Don't you like doing this stuff?" asked Stacey. "Staring at the stars and thinking, day dreaming."

"Yeah, but your freaked out" I said getting up and scraping the grass off of my pale skin.

Now that I think about it I looked so different then. I still have my blonde hair, my brown eyes and freckles, but my eyes didn't look so tired. No, drained.

"Come on" I said holding out my hand to help Stacey up.

In the beginning it was just us, but overtime it seemed like there was more and more people(mostly to say goodbye to), but that still never stopped more from coming. But I'll get to that later.

"So are you excited about your birthday?" she asked as we were walking back towards my house. "Your gonna be fifteen."

Just the thought made me have a sick taste in my mouth.

I guess it showed on my face because seconds later she asked "What's with the face? You look like you just ate something bad."

"It just makes me feel weird."

"Probably just nerves. So you know what your going to get?"

There it was again that sour taste.

"Well, I asked my mom if we could just pretend like it wasn't but I don't think she's going to comply."

"Your acting like tomorrow is the end of the world."

"Just mine."

"You wanna stop talking about?"

"Very much so."

"Aren't birthdays suppose to be good?" mumbles Stacey to herself.

"Just cause you mumbled doesn't mean you've stopped talking about it."

"Were you always this weird about your birthday?"

"I don't know, can't remember."

And there you have it, my sob-story. From the time I was ten, when I was dropped at the orphanage, I couldn't remember anything from my past. It was like a blank slate. For those five years I had wished to know who my parents were and where I came from. My birthday was when my mom adopted me from the orphanage. It was so bad I couldn't even remember my birthday. For a while I was homeschooled until my adoptive parents decided it's best for me to be social and be around kids my age. The last time I went to the doctors to inspect the case of my missing memories I was told that my own personal memories were lost, but not the basics.

"Hello. You know when your with someone it's polite to be there. All of you" she said after waving her hand in my face.

"Sorry."

I tended to space out and think a lot.

"Well, it's just one day than it will be over with."

"A long day."

The next morning I woke up and cleaned myself up, brushed my teeth, get dressed, you know, normal stuff. It really wasn't that interesting. I went downstairs to eat breakfast when I heard my mom walk in.

"We're leaving in an hour."

"So I guess your not going to fulfill my birthday request."

"It's going to be fun."

"Translation kill me now."

We went and ate pizza then we went to Stacey's house and my mom dropped us off at the movie theater promising to have a birthday surprise when I got home.

"Oh joy" I mumbled sarcastically before stepping out of the car.

As she drove off I felt that horrible feeling. I was tempted to yell at her to come back remembering I had forgotten to say I love you.

"See it hasn't been that bad" said Stacey reassuringly, patting me on the back.

"Right" I said breaking out of my trance.

"So what movie do you want to see?"

"You pick."

I can't remember what the title was, but I'm pretty sure it was about space aliens or heroes. Something along those lines. There it was again that sick feeling. I looked around noticing there was something off about this place. It didn't quite feel right. That's when I heard the voices.

"We found her."

"But which one is it?"

"We can take them both. They'll know which one."

That's when I grabbed Stacey's hand, holding on to it tight. Any normal person would have run, but I just sat there squeezing Stacey's hand quite hard, which I will here about in a moment, for dear life. Like I was preparing myself because running away was going to do nothing and this was inevitable.

"Ow! That hur-"

That was the last thing I heard before I was surrounded in complete darkness and silence.