The Widowing

The Dream

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I chewed slowly on the baked chicken.

Am I crazy?....I must be. I could just tell someone, but then again no I couldn't.

What if I am checked into an asylum for this?

The slight thought of me being in that environment filled my belly with butterflies, and not the good kind.

Oh no, these in fact were not butterflies at all. These creatures were called moths, and they were slowly eating away at my stomach - from the inside out, making me feel even more sick.

Oh boy, here I was, on the verge of throwing up.

No! I'm not going to let this affect me. I'm not going to vomit and I'm going to just forget about this.

But... but ...who is he? I still wondered.

All I could think about was that boy from earlier. Immodestly more questions filled my head. Who was he? Was he the one who was behind me? Why was he staring at me? Was he a psychotic murderer that was on the loose and after my African American blood? Was he-

"Tin, are you ok sweetie? You're barely eating your dinner." My mother's concerned voice cut through my thoughts. I looked up from my plate and saw that everyone at the dinner table was staring at me.

I shook my head, "I'm fine mom, just a little tired." I replied, an embarrassed smile on my face.

Technically, I wasn't lying. After I came inside with my last two boxes we all started putting our rooms together.

We had only just finished only a few minutes ago and my body was aching. I wanted nothing more than to put this dinner in the fridge and go to bed - but I was also hungry.

My mom nodded slowly and went back to her food. I let out a sigh of relief when they stopped staring at me and looked down at my food, eating more.

After a few more minutes of silence, I finished my food and stood up, taking my plate to the sink. I cleaned my used dishes and put them away.

This was something that my mother had instilled while we were at our old house. This helped for there to be less dishes in the sink when it was time for them to be washed. She also explained how it helps with us learning how to be responsible and take accountability for our actions.

I let out a yawn and decided that - that was my cue to head to bed. I bid everyone a goodnight and made my way to my room.

As i made my way into my room an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion filled my body. A day full of driving around and moving could do that to you.

Not to mention this mysteriously odd town, that was the cherry on top.

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and decided to take a hot bath before I went to bed. I had been moving, after all, and my body was sweaty.

I made my way to the bathroom across from my room and closed the door, looking into the mirror.

As expected, I looked like a bag of crap. "I can't believe that boy saw me looking like this.." I said to myself. Oh right, that boy. I had almost forgot about him, almost.

I leisurely made my way over to the tub and turned the reflective handle all the way to the setting marked 'H'- for hot. I then grabbed some of what I like to call "bubble maker", which is just dish detergent, and poured it into my bath water, watching as thick masses of small bubbles rose from the smooth water.

This had to be my favorite part of taking baths. The bubbles. I slowly got in, hissing as I sat down. Maybe I made it a bit too hot.

I decided to ignore my thoughts and relax in the steaming water. My mind soon made its way back to the boy from earlier. The more I thought about him the more I started to suspect that he was some type of supernatural being. The thought of this made my stomach churn.

I held my stomach and shook my head, not wanting to think about it anymore. To get my thoughts off of ghost boy I decided to play with the bubbles in the tub. The memory of me as a child playing with the bath bubbles clouded my mind and I smiled softly. Oh to be a little kid again. Times were so much easier.

As I reminisced about my childhood I felt myself relaxing even more. I soon found myself closing my eyes and drifting off into a comfortable sleep - listening to the calming sound of swaying water.

When I opened my eyes I was in a different setting, one more uneasy. I noticed that I was in front of a familiar large gate. I looked up to see 'Willows Creek' engorged into the rusty metal. Oh, I'm here. I made my way into the gates, letting my feet guide me. To where you may ask? I had no clue.

As I looked around the town I noticed one of two things. The houses somehow seemed to be more run down than they already were, which seemed impossible. I also noticed that there was no one here. It was completely avoid of any people and sounds. The only thing that could be heard was the gentle- yet wild, sway of the wind.

I continuously walk down the dark road and only did I come to a halt, was when I made it to my house. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I looked at the house. The house that seemed utterly darker than the rest.

I then heard the sound of feet slapping against the ground. I turned towards the sound as fast as I could, which in my dream was very slow. Once I finally turned I noticed that it was a person running towards me. But who was it? The boy.

There was an unsettling look of fear In his eyes as he stared straight at me. "Run! Leave!" He yelled before a black cloud consumed his running figure.

My eyes widened in fear and I tried to leave but it seemed as if my feet were stuck to the pavement. I let out a yell as I tried to move but my body but it didn't budge.

It was like something else was controlling me, compelling me to stay. I closed my eyes tightly and crouched as the cloud started consuming me.

Jolting out of my sleep I looked around frantically, gasping for air. No fog, no boy, I was in my bathtub. The water was now cold and some had got on the floor from me moving so much.

I sat back and took a deep breath, trying to control my breathing. 'What was that?' Was all that I could think.

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Hey guys! I'm finally updating this story after putting it on hold for quite some time. Hopefully you like this chapter and if you do, feel free to leave a comment. I'm still contemplating on wether I want to continue this book or not so your comment would help in telling me wether I should or not.

Thanks for reading and please be safe!

- Mi_Perfection