I opened my eyes to see a bright world around me, the ambient noises of the vents and cars driving down the streets were gone, and I was met with a threatening silence. I turned around to see Robyn. Her hair and eyes were vibrant, and her smile shone brighter than the rest of this room. She opened her arms, looking into my eyes, filling me with happiness. I began to run to her, stopping upon hearing a deafening bang ring though the silent white room.
I covered my ears and flinched, then looked away.
"John," Robyn said, making me look up at her. Her face wasn't bright, and her hair was in a mess, no longer glowing. I slowly looked down at the red spot she held her hands over. I widened my eyes, reaching out to her. I ran in place, trying my hardest to move and touch Robyn. She smiled at me then her eyes began to cloud up, then she fell over.
"Robyn!" I screamed, beating the force holding me back. I sat down by her side, watching the blood pool out from her body. I picked up her head, her body felt limp. It started to feel cold. I lifted her into my lap and held her head against my shoulder, burying mine into her neck.
"I'm sorry, Robbie." I whispered, closing my eyes and holding her tighter. I felt warm, salty tears fall from my eyes, making me hold her tighter. I began to let out my cries.
I couldn't save her. I didn't even try, she would be alive right now if I had ran to her sooner. Why? Why me? Why would this happen to me? I only want her, that's all I want. She's gone. Gone for good...
I sat up abruptly in a cold sweat. I rubbed my eyes roughly, trying to regain conscious and think about what that dream was about. Robbie, the sound, the blood...
I shook my head and walked into the bathroom, throwing the cold water on my face. Just a dream. Not real. I looked in the mirror. I look like shit.
I grabbed on a shirt and my guitar, fixing my hair into the teddy boy style and walking out of the door. Mimi called after me, I couldn't hear what she said, but I heard her voice. I walked down the sidewalk, pulling out a ciggy and lighting it. Soon enough I came across the fence, and I walked over to Mom's house. She opened the door and let me in, which allowed me to not only tell her about the dream to ask what it meant, but to also ask why she was watching me play at the fair.
"Hey, why were you at the fair?" I asked, sitting down at the table. She looked at me and left to go into the kitchen, grabbing a tray of her mini cookies and walking them out to lay them on the table. She sat across from me, folding her hands on the table and smiling.
"I knew you were gonna play. I couldn't miss it for the world." She replied, looking away from the cookies and into my eyes. I nodded. If she couldn't miss it, why would she miss any other event I've had before? I bit my tongue.
"Why do you want to come to my shows all of a sudden?" I asked, looking back at her.
"Because before, I wasn't able to go anywhere near you, let alone go to anything you had at the time. It's different now, and you should know that."
"Of course, no one was holding you back anyway. It was your decision." I replied, seeing her expression fall gently.
"I'm sorry. I really am, John." She put her hand on mine and I nodded. Silence filled the air, long enough to allow me to change the topic to the one I wanted advice on, or at least an answer.
"So a friend of mine had this dream last night," I started, Julia looking up at me and changing her expression, egging me to continue.
"He said that he watched his bird get shot and he couldn't move until it was too late." I said the rest and cleared my throat. Saying it out loud was much worse than imagining saying it out loud. She nodded and looked away quizzically, thinking of what to say.
"Dreams either have meaning, or they're early versions of deja vu. The dream your friend had, can be both." She said, looking at my face again. I nodded. Deja vu? God I hope its not.
"But does your friend love her?" She said again, watching my expression fall. She moved her head closer to mine for emphasis. I looked at her.
"Maybe," I replied, making her smile wider.
"Do you, love her?" I felt my face pale, she saw right through me, of fucking course. I looked away from her and stared at my hands. I do, I do love her, but will it hurt me if I do? Cheesy shit to say, but its a question that's screaming at me in my mind.
"Yes," I cleared my throat. She nodded and went back to her normal seating position, watching my sunken figure in the seat across from her.
"Good. Love is a special thing, and it's a thing that can be lost like any other thing. Cherish her, and make sure that love doesn't get lost. Once its gone, it can either get revived or its thrown down the rabbit hole, never to come back again." She spoke softly, her words flooding my brain and blocking out any other thought I previously had. I smiled a little, the mood lifting slightly.
"That's some cheesy bullshit I never knew could come out of a Lennon's mouth." I chuckled, hearing her giggle across the table. She sighed.
"You should get off to your band, I'll keep an eye out for your shows." She said, patting my hand and standing up to go into the kitchen.
"Grab a cookie on your way out!" She shouted as she left the room, and I stood up from my seat to fix my clothes and guitar. I grabbed a cookie, said bye, and left her house and walked down the street. I knocked on Robyn's door, her door opening after the knocks. I smiled at the girl who stood in front of me, dressed up and ready. I grabbed her sunglasses and put them in my pocket, holding her hand and dragging her from her house.
"Band practice?" She asked, smiling and giggling as she spoke. I nodded and looked at her, smiling back at her. She kissed my cheek and walked beside me, her small hand enclosed in my larger hand, making me feel better. She smelled amazing too, the same smell I fell in love with. Her hair was in a high ponytail that bounced with her step. Her dress moved with each step and flowed with the small breeze. Her eyes were bright, and I was glad I took the sunglasses off. She shouldn't need to hide herself anymore, and I'll help her with that, as long as it takes.
My thoughts today really are the most lovey dovey bullshit I never knew I could even imagine. It was somehow acceptable, as long as they're about her.
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Somewhere Boy
Fanfiction"I'm not getting anywhere with you." "Why, because you're a nowhere man? All you do is blindly run towards what you think is best? You don't give a flying fuck about anyone around you? Well, sorry to tell you this but you need to stop. You don't rea...
