On The Run

Is anything real?

Jessie
"Go to sleep my darling child, When you wake up, Papa and I will be right here and Even when we disappear you'll find what you need under the earth" My mom's voice echoes through the room and I hug her as she pets my hair.

'Don't worry honey, I love you" she said.

"I Love you too mama"

Suddenly my mom's expression falters as a voice shouts from the living room. "No! don't go in there!"

My mom turns to the side and she falls to the ground as bullet pierces through her. "Mama?" I ask.

A face appeared at the door, and a gun came into my view of sight. I cry as look at my mother lying on the floor.

I woke up to someone shaking me awake, a warm hand cooling my shoulders.

"Shah, Jess it's okay you're okay" a voice soothed me. I blinked as a tear fell down my cheek and I buried my face into my roommate's chest. He brushed away the hair from my face as I clutched on to him. The deep blue color of his eyes seemed to calm me down and my erratic breathing somehow became slow and normal. Jason pulled away from me, but his hand stayed caressing my cheek in a calming pattern, "Hey, what happened", his voice was soft, so soft that I wanted to break down.

I shook my head slightly; I couldn't talk about it. It wasn't the first time I had nightmares but none of the others felt so real. They say talking about it might help but to me talking about it just felt like reliving the whole thing.

"I don't wanna talk about it"

He nodded, the room was still dark, and the blinds were down so I couldn't tell if it was night or day. Jason moved away from me and sat on the edge of my bed. His blonde hair was adorably ruffled from sleeping and my hands ached to smooth it down. He stared at the floor avoiding my eyes, "You...You were screaming Jess" he paused running a hand through his hair frustratedly, "I thought...I thought you were hurt" he whispered and turned to look at me, his eyes filled without so much emotion. I hated it, I hated it when he woke up because of my screaming, I didn't want him to worry so much.

"I'm sorry" I murmured

He staredat me, confused, then he shook his head realizing why I was apologizing, "Jess, I don't care that I wake up, I was just worried about you"

"Hey, I...I'm still alive, aren't I?" I tried to joke but I couldn't help the quiver in my voice. He nodded, and stood up to leave before turning around to me, "It's almost 7 o clock, you sure you'll be okay?"

I nodded and tried to smile, "Of course, I'm okay. I can handle school"

He sighsled in return and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Jason was one of my best friends and he also happened to be my roommate, I moved in with him four years ago when my parents died. They died in a car accident when I was thirteen, and it didn't hurt any less now than it did then. I buried my face in my hand as images of my dream float through my head. My mom wasn't shot. Heck, she was a teacher, she hasn't even seen a bullet in her life. But the nightmare had been so real. Wow. I shook my head as I got down from my bed and stared at the photo of my parents I kept on my nightstand. I missed them, so much and the only thing that made life bearable were my three best friends: Jason, Luke and Chase. They annoyed the hell outta me but at the end of the day they were there for me, and I felt lucky knowing that there was someone out there who cared about me. Like a ghost I walked to my bathroom to shower and somehow, the hot water helped me calm down, momentarily making me forget. When I got out, I realized I was getting late. "Shit"