~Chapter 9~
Ugh. It is way too early to be waking up on a Saturday. Someone left my shades open so the sun could rudely come in and interrupt my sleep. Well, now that I'm up I decide to walk downstairs and make myself breakfast. I look out the window to see my mom's car is gone, I think to myself, "YES! Finally! My mom has got out of her bed and went outside!" Ever since we got the news that Jeremy could be missing, she's been underneath her covers crying daily. As I bring my cereal to the dining room table I hear a knock on the door. I put the cereal down and walk to the door. I reach out my hand and twist the doorknob for it to be open. The doors creeps open and I rub my eyes and blink twice.
"Jeremy, is that really you?" I ask.
"Bells," he says. He drops his bags and run inside the house and hugs me tight. The warmth of my brother is so unfamiliar, I haven't felt one of his hugs in a long while!
Once we stop embracing, I close the door behind him and say, "Jeremy, I..I thought you were dead. These two men came here and they told mommy that you -"
"Oh Bells, I'm not dead. The attack was -," he gets cut off and falls over.
"JEREMY!!!!!!!" I scream as I see 5 bullet shots in his back, "NOOOOOOOOO!"
I open my eyes and sit up straight in my bed, in my room. Was that another dream - or should I say, nightmare? I get out of my bed, walk out of my room and into the door frame of my mom's bedroom. There she is, curled up in a ball underneath her covers. There are used and unused tissues everywhere and it smells as if she hasn't taken a shower in a week! (Which she probably hasn't.)
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I go back into my room and sit on my bed and think. Why do I keep having these dreams? I once remembered learning that people have dreams for reasons. Am I having this same dream to remind me that my brother and best friend could be dead?! My phone chimes signally that I have a text message. I walked over to my phone and I have a message from Madeline.
"Hey. R U feeling OK? i wanted to know if u wanna hang out today…"
I grab my phone and text her back saying, "i would LOVE too, but i'm not in the mood right now & i need time to think about something". A minute later, my phone rings again.
"OK Belle. what R U thinking 'bout?" she asks me.
"Something personal…sorry i G2G bye" I text back and leave my room.
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Please, Don't Go!
Teen Fiction13 year old girl, Isabelle, is best friends with her 19 year old brother, Jeremy. But when Jeremy has to go back to Iraq to fight in the war she is so upset and overwhelmed. Now that he left it’s just her and her mother because her father passed awa...
