Revenant j. hale

Chapter 5

A few days after the "sleepover" I was woken up by a frazzled Gran and tear soaked cheeks. Curling over one of my pillows I couldn't help but let out a sob. I couldn't take the dreams anymore. Ever since the accident they were constant. Gran had blocked all news channels and hid all the newspapers after she had gotten me back.

"Gran make it stop. Please make it go away. I don't want it." I cried out as sobs viciously racked through my body.  My whole was body shaking in pain and sorrow at what I had seen and felt.

"Oh darlin' I wish I could, believe me," she whispered back.

"No, I can't take it anymore. I shouldn't even be here. I wish I stayed dead. This is my punishment isn't it Gran?" I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore. My chest closing in on itself as my breathing became ragged and sparse.

"Don't you dare say those words to me ever again Caylee or so help me!" She shouted louder than she ever had before, making me flinch and retreat further into the pillow I held a vice grip on. "What you have is a gift whether you like it or not! You are alive for a reason, you are like this for a REASON! Don't you dare speak those words ever again or it might just come true, and I sure as hell am not ready to lose another one of ya." 

I simply nodded in return. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Come closer child, let me tell you a story." I scooted a little closer and looked up at her pretty brown eyes I envied so much.

"When I was a young girl, barely coming out of my baby stage I knew a girl. She was the sweetest thing you could ever meet. Now she was quite older than me, so I hadn't expected her to be so kind to me all the time. But never once did her excitement falter. She was light and joy, playful and knowing. Probably could have anyone wrapped around her finger in no time. And one day, I came across her crying. Now, only being a little girl around the age of 9 or 10, I didn't know how to comfort the older girl. She told me how blissful it must be for me to be so incognizant. For me to not know the things she was forced to know, the things no one listened to."

"Gran, this is an interesting story and all, but I don't understand what it has to do with this situation." I said confused.

"You will, I promise. One day child. She knew things she shouldn't, just like you. And just like you she struggled to come to terms with the consequences of these things."

"Gran, what happened to her? Who was she?" I questioned.

She just smiled sadly at me, "She had to leave darling. Now rest. The dreams will come, the feelings will come, and so will the knowledge. Embrace it with everything you have, it's yours now. With the bad comes the good."

As she left I couldn't help but wonder. If she had to leave, then what happened to her? How did she learn to cope. I wish I had known her. Maybe we could have helped each other. Many thoughts swarmed my head as I fell into a slumber.

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