Can You Feel My Heart (Oliver Sykes Fan Fiction)

Chapter 52- The Dreams That Never Seem To Get Away

'I was in an abandoned house. The smell of moss filled my nostrils as my eyes watered with the stench of a burnt out fire. I could feel myself approaching the house as sudden flakes begun to fall out the sky. Ash. The house stood limp, shifted on one side, looking as if it could collapse with a single touch. The steps were charred and so were the handles. Everything about this house seemed off? I don't remember ever being here as a kid. What was I doing here? Why was I having this dream? What was this dream trying to tell me? I froze. Fear, compelling me to stand where I stood in the middle of no where, unsafe infront of a creepy burnt up single family home.

" Mother? Mother where are you?" I turn around to see a small scrawny brown haired little boy. Mud, staining his shirt as well as stuck to his skin. He had on a 'Manchester United' tunic and oak brown khaki shorts. He held his arms and walked across the yard approaching the burnt up home. I reached for him.

" No, dont go in there! It's not safe! " I yell. I try to grab his arm, but my hand went through his skin as if my palms had no grip.

" Oliver?? Oliver Where are you? " I heard a frantic shrill from inside the house. The little boy took off into the house coming out seconds later half carrying half walking a woman out of the house. I jerked forward.

She looked battered and beaten. Her eyes cherry red with black smoke dust covered her skin. Her white summer dress now black and shredded beyond comparison.

" Wheres Dad? I must go find him! " The boy jumped up but was then stopped by his mother. She held onto his ankles, obviously weak and in pain from the smoke dust.

" Oliver.. Dont." She grunted and coughed. " He's gone.."  He settled staring at his mother for a few seconds in utter disbelief.

" No.. No he can't be.."

" He is." Her mother said, collapsing on the ground of exhaustion.

" 911 remember? In your class they taught you? Look Oli need you to do something for me.. But you have to be brave? For me? And for your father?" He nodded, his mother coughed again.

" I need you to go to the wall phone on the left side of the kitchen cabinet and I need you to call 911. Tell them our adress, can you do that?" The boy nodded and scurried into the home. '

I woke up in a pit of sweat. It was still dark outside, and the moon still seemed bright, it didn't look like Qe'ana and Ben were home, and I really didn't want to be alone. I shouldve went with them. Even if I had to wear Qe'anas ridicoulous summer dress. I didn't want to dream anymore, not of Oliver not of anything. Oliver never told me the story to his fathers death. And here I am, having creepy dreams about it. Maybe it wasn't a fire. It was just a dream. Dreams are dreary delusions when you shut your eyes. Clearly his father didn't die in a fire! It was just too absurd.

I couldn't take the uncertainty. So, I unexpectedly and unmeaninfully picked up my phone and dialed his number. He picked up the first ring.

" Hello? " His voice was groggy.

" Hey Oliver."

" Brittany? Whats up? "

" Oh, nothing I just wanted to ask you a question. I really dont know why I want to ask you the question or more importantly why I called? You know what I'm going to hang up its really none of my bussiness."

" No No!! Ask away."

Silence.

 " Did your father die in a fire? "

I could hear his heavy breathing from the other line. Clearly he didn't want to answe my question and I was being rude for asking.

" Yeah.. He did."