Two's Company

The Dream

If I could change one thing , it would be who I am. Last night I dreamt I was at my funeral again. Isn't that strange ? It happens a lot actually. As i sit alone in my room. Well , I call it a room , my mum prefers the term 'Bat cave' i tell her it's 'comfort' and she just tends to roll her eyes at me . Typical . I guess my room is a little out of the ordinary and way out of the category of 'Normal' , but for a teenage girl like myself who wishes to let her life fly away with her and is only interested in the colour black and rock music - I would consider it normal. Apparently being an emo at my age isn't exactly 'simpatico' according to my school. Everyone seems to have a problem with who I am - including me.

In the dream it was dark. I could see the ceremony. Except there was nobody there. A funeral consisting of nobody but a coffin and a lonely picture resting carelessly beside it. I recognised the girl trapped within the glass. Dark hanging hair , tints of blues and greens running through it. Pale , with an expressionless face, the only spot of colour - a thin wire of black eyeliner and the darkest lipstick known to the world. Each night it's the same. I try to figure out why i'm dead , and most importantly why nobody turned up. The dreams always silent . The same picture , different night. 

My dream was broken by a light Knock on the window. I looked up cautiously at my alarm clock. Who on earth could be knocking at my window at 12:57 AM ? I rubbed my eyes and stood up slowly to open my curtains. I did have blinds , but they let WAY too much light in . My mum always tutted  whenever i mentioned this. As i slowly opened the curtains it was obvious who was outside the window . I gently prised this open , careful not to wake my parents- even though they never set foot in my room.  I smiled faintly as she stepped inside and hugged me. I hugged back , and stepped back to admire my best friend. Her long blonde hair falling elegantly by her hips and her bright smile highlighted her beauty. I looked down and noticed her bright pink pyjamas and her bunny slippers. Cliche.  I looked down at my own and realised just how dark i am. Black tight bottoms and a black top. My dark hair hanging by my own hips , a lot less elegantly. Streaks of blue and green placed messily around. 

'What are you doing here?' I asked sleepily , trying to stifle a yawn. She just smiled and hugged me again. 'My dad was talking to your mum she may have mentioned that you were depressed .. so i needed to see you - wanna talk about it ?' I rubbed my eyes and ran my hands through my hair. 'There's nothing really to talk about - except this dream I've been having that i cant quite explain-' I sat slowly down on my bed and she followed. 'Spill'