Little Dreams (and Nightmares) is just a collection of short stories of dreams, and of course, nightmares (fictional or not, it's up to you), I decided to compile - mostly one or two shots - as I tap into the depths of our subconscious mind's fantas...
... She's at school. Her class is preparing a theatre play, and everything must go as good as possible. She hears her name being called, and she quickly enters the classroom. The wooden walls give it a cozy feeling, especially in this cold winter. Due to her difficulty in learning new vocabulary words for this topic, they say, she was picked to learn just two sentences, one on each side of the screenplay paper. She quickly memorizes them and leaves the classroom.
The girl is walking through the hall. She's not alone. Thousands of children her age are running to the main entrance of the old building, covering up all free spaces, to get their so awaited freedom for today. Like a tiny ant, noticed by no one, she sees her middle school teacher, standing by a door, smiling, and then her music teacher. (...) Finally, she's out. Fresh air. She breathes in deeply. Suddenly, an old classmate of hers, Cassandra, runs to where she is. They talk a bit about the day and are lucky to overhear that their music teacher has a daughter.
"It tells well of a man who can take care of children. I love it." She smiled, dreamy.
"Well, I suppose so. People nowadays are kind of obsessed with equality and feminism, you know?"
"Yeah... But this IS important indeed." She looked at Cassandra. She just giggled. "Of course, girl. I was just kidding! The times when men enslaved us are waaaay past us. They both laughed.
Our girl meets his younger brother. He's being accompanied by two firefighters. And still, he is playing something on his phone, so deeply focused, as her sister's hello does not seem to bother him at all.
"Well, hello!" She giggled, kissing his cheeks. "Would you be so kind as to explain what did you do? What did you do?"
No response. One firefighter decided to speak. "Leave him alone, young girl, we must speak to you first."
As they started walking her home, the girl noticed his brother slowly fading away, until he completely disappears, out of her sight.
"But what happened?" Her confusion was clearly visible. "What's wrong?
"Nothing serious, but could have had major consequences. Your pads were found in the bottom of the toilet. Some minutes more, and you have your house flooded with water."
Her heart skipped a beat. She looked down, as she noticed her face, blushing deeply red. How could that happen? How could she let it happen? Is she THAT careless? But it was impossible! Who would think of throwing them to the toilet? To the TOILET. Especially her, she thought, as she was deeply concerned about the environment, and was very careful since she was getting scolded (usually for little things) every day. Only a drunk person could have done that, maybe. Was she drunk? What was she thinking of?
"And not one, but three." She lifted her head in horror as the firefighter showed them to her, with his black gloves on.
"But, but..." That's it. She knew. She knew her mother did it. Her mother was the one who didn't feel well this week, not her! Besides, she was the one with the period. "But it wasn't me sir! I know who-"
"Shh." He interrupted her. "It's okay sweetie, we all make stupid mistakes sometimes. Your mother told us. Don't worry."
Her heart stopped for a second again. Thousands of questions were rushing through her head. Why? How? When? ... Tears started flowing from her eyes, and she started running away. Away from them. Away from everything. "Wait!" He called her. He shouted even stronger, and louder. She kept on running. When she was sure he was nowhere out of sight, she took her Bluetooth airpods from her pockets and chose a song to play. It didn't really matter which song was it, the only important thing is that in music she always found peace.
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She decided to turn around to check and saw both of them drinking and eating some tapas in a bar behind her. She kept on walking firmly, trying to hold her tears. Suddenly she noticed one of the firefighters behind her, as he placed a hand on her right shoulder.
"Leave me alone!" She yelled.
The firefighter tried talking with her, to convince her that is was okay, that every person might have had an uncomfortable situation in their daily lives, but the girl was only focusing to free herself from his arms to run away. "You don't understand..." Now she didn't put any effort to hide them. It didn't matter. She was feeling so lost, so lonely, so tired of always being the strong one, the black sheep in her family, and yet, she was always standing up when she fell, because there was always something, or maybe someone, that reminded her that all her problems and issues she was suffering from were only temporary. She kept on believing. She wanted to believe. She was clinging up to that hope so hard. That someday, she would be free from all these chains that kept her from exploring the world. Faith...
"Leave me alone!" And she finally ran away from him as fast as she could.
She was almost at home. She crossed another bar, seeing her father is there. He took a tapa with tortilla and chorizo and walked to her.
"Hey. You good?" He asked.
"Mhm."
"Oh come on, everyone can have a bad day." He said as he started hugging her so tightly she couldn't breathe. She tried to break the hug, to escape, but the feeling was so strong she couldn't take it any longer. Fighting again to fly away. Screaming. Crying.
