He Found Her.

Chapter 23.

Vintages POV

I knew I was dreaming. At least that's what I wanted to believe. My stomach was cringing. My heart was racing so fast.

I saw swirls. Ya know, the swirls you see when your gone off of drugs. (Don't do drugs kids.) All of a sudden, I ended up in this empty tight hallway. It was so tight, I could barely turn around. If I did, my shoulders would get stuck. I felt like I was being held hostage or something.

I saw red eyes at the end of the hallway, but I heard a voice in my ear at the same time. It voiced to me, "it's all over soon."

I wanted to respond back to it, but I was so focused on the eyes that gazed evilly in my direction.

The eyes seemed to be rushing to me. I couldn't go anywhere. I just screamed and..

"Vintage! Dude, stop screaming! Wake up!" Dylan woke me.

I felt a little dizzy, and I felt like the room was spinning. I was still half sleep.

"You were having a bad dream. I can't do the whole screaming thing though dude, is that every night?"

"Uh..no. I barely have bad dreams. It's really rare."

"Just so happen when I'm here, you do. What a coincidence, haha. Get up, we have to get ready for school."

Dylan got out of the bed, and went to the bathroom. I stood up, feeling like I was leaned to the side. I felt drugged.

It's all over soon..

I kept thinking about that, and what it could possibly mean. Some say dreams are reality, or will become reality, and I didn't know if this situation was one of those cases.

Forcing myself out of thought, I walked over to Dylan's bags to find a big T-shirt. His bags were just sloppy.

"Dylan, really? Come on, organization!"

I heard him laugh. "I knew you'd say something. I should have hidden my damn bags away from the clean freak."

His voice muffled through the door, but I could still understand.

I didn't feel like organizing his things just then, so I just picked a shirt at random, and walked over to my moms room. I heard the tv.

She was sipping her coffee, and watching the morning news.

"Goodmorning Mom. Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"Well yeah, but I took today off honey."

"Why?"

I was trying to avoid asking her what was wrong yesterday. She didn't like talking about her "health".

"Just didn't feel well."

She was being really short with me, and I didn't like it. I walked over to her bed, and sat.

"Give me." I took her coffee away from her. I needed her undivided attention.

"Mom, you need to schedule you a doctors appointment. That's what you could be doing today." I couldn't avoid bringing up yesterday, it was just too important. "Yesterday, we came home, and you were on the couch, sleeping. You looked almost dead, you wouldn't even budge, and your pulse was weak."

Her veins were popping out of her arms, and she tried to hide it again.

"Mom, why do you feel the need to hide from me. I know something is wrong. It's been you and I for so long, you think I don't know you? Schedule an appointment."

"Sure honey. I will just for you."

"No, not for me. For yourself. You should be just as concerned as I am."

"Go get ready for school darling. Moms okay."

I kissed her forehead, and headed towards her door.

"Vintage?" She called after me.

"Yes mom?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, mom. So much."

I was getting more and more worried about her. Her sickness showed up so sudden, anything could come of it. I needed her to go get checked. I couldn't find out what was wrong. That's what the professionals are for.

I went over to my room, and Dylan was still in the bathroom. I went to my moms room again so I could shower.

"Mom, kinda need your shower. O'Brien is taking his whole life."

"Go ahead, honey."

I went to her bathroom. I loved her pink ribbon decorations. The shower curtain was to die for like a 3 year old girl going through the Hello Kitty section in the clothing rack.

I turned on the shower, and hopped in.

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"Vintage. Are you ready? You took forever dude."

I gazed at Dylan. What he said was just totally redundant.

"You took your whole life in my shower, now let's go."