I Dreamt of Hope

Chapter 16

I was simply dreaming, nothing more, I was living, I wasn't in control. Simply put I was asleep. I grabbed the hairbrush and threw it across the room. I ran over to the bed wishing that would wake me up, I laid on it trying to fall asleep but it was pointless.

 I didn't want this sense of security if I could always have it. I didn't want to feel good if it's not going to last, I tried everything to wake myself up to not be tortured by having something out of reach. I ran back over the vanity and threw my head agest the mirror, nothing happened. My head didn't hurt, there was no blood and the mirror still failed to reveal myself to me. I sat there looking into that reflective crystal until I put my head down and wrapped until I was to be woken up. 

"I thought girls used pillows to get all their emotions out, never seen one throw a hairbrush and try to break a mirror with there head."

 I heard from a voice. I lifted my head and saw Devon standing in the doorway. 

"You're here?" I asked in almost surprised annoyance

. "I like what you did with this place," he said looking around the room. 

I put my head back down the on the vanity waiting for him to leave. He cleared his throat.

 "I see you've figured a few things out," he said picking up the hairbrush.

 "Stupid mirror won't work," I said not even moving my head from on top of my arms on the vanity.

Devon walked over I could see him, I could see him walking this way in the mirror.

 "How the hell?!" I questioned. I could see him smiling as he came closer, I still couldn't see myself but I knew he was right behind me, I sat up to see if I was just out of view in the mirror, it wasn't so. You still couldn't see me. I watched as in the mirror he stopped and started to stroke the brush down, I could feel it on my hair. Half of me wanted to take his hand and cut it off from trying to touch me. But the other half wanted my hair brushed as it felt soothing. "Why can't I see myself?" I asked. 

"You're protecting yourself because you aren't ready, you don't want to see yourself."

 "Yes, I do!" I yelled back at him like a child to a parent. Suddenly my hair started to be teased, instead of fighting it, I let my head fall back into his hands as he played with it for a little bit.

 "I should let you get ready," he said stopping. 

"Get ready for what?" I asked him, watching as he started to leave the room.

 "When you're ready you'll find it," he yelled back to me.