Dusk and Dawn

1 ~ The Dream

"Where are you going?" 

Jason left me lounging in my bed. He was telling me weird stuff like, don't worry about me and don't tell anybody that I'm leaving. He had a raggedy old blue hoodie and dad's old fisher hat. To his left, there was a black Nike bag that was filled.

"But Jay, it's five o'clock in the morning"  I whined, rubbing my eyes sleepily.

"Shhh, Dawn. Don't worry about it. Tell mom and dad I'm sorry for disappointing them. Tell them-" he was cut off by a banging noise behind the house. Jason left my room in a rush and quietly creeped down the stairs. Groaning, I stood up and followed close behind. Jason's hand was about to twist the door handle but hesitated. 

"Jason?" I asked. 

Why the hell is he acting so weird? 

He turned around and looked at my face. What is that look I see? It looked as if he was...guilty. I mean, he is the one leaving early in the morning. Hell, he probably feels guilty for waking me up. I placed my hand on my hip and stood there, waiting. 

"Listen, trusting people is a hard thing to do...Sometimes they will stab you in the back and dig your own grave. It will result in something bad, I guarantee you that" he said.

"You okay, Jason? Are you sick or something?" I asked. It's strange of him to act this way, especially at this time.

"I-" suddenly, a crashing noise sounded from the back door. 

"What the fu-" Jason pushed me towards the staircase.

"GO! DON'T LOOK BACK! CALL THE POLICE!.... I love you, Dawn" and with that, he was out the door.

I was about to run up the stairs but stopped when I saw a person's face in the window. It was Dalton. Next to him, Jason was arguing with him. Dalton looked as if he was telling him to do something but Jason didn't listen. Dalton's gaze shifted and met my eyes. 

Suddenly, my surroundings changed. I was dead smack in the middle of South Ridge park. My feet moved forward, even though I wanted to stay in place. My body seemed to move by itself. Ahead of me, there was a figure of a person. As I got closer I could tell it was my brother Jason laying on the floor looking ahead. 

"Hey, Jaso-"

The closer I got, the more I could see of my brother. I gasped, realizing my brother's head was blown to pieces. The lush green grass was blood red. As I looked down, I saw a black gun in my hand. I looked back up and saw my brother's low eyes.

"H-How could you do this to me?" he whispered.

I looked behind me and saw Dalton shaking his head in shame.

"Why didn't you call the cops like he asked the night he went missing? If you did, Jason would have never died... It's all your fault"

The space around me turned black and high pitched noises crept into my head. 

"It's all your fault...Your's...All of it" they chanted.

I tried covering my ears but that just made it louder. The sound of nails on a chalk board raised above the voices.

"STOP! IT'S NOT MY FAULT! GO AWAY!!!!!" I screamed.

"Its all your fault...It's all your-

BEEP-BEEP- BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!!!!

Jolting up from my laying position, I tried to catch my breath. I noticed I was sweating, cold and shaking. I stood up from my bed and walked to my bathroom. I approached the sink and shakily ran my hands through my hair. 

Not again...

My face was flushed, my body was shaking and barley able to keep me up. Sighing, I put the sink on and splashed my face with cold water.

This has been happening to me ever since my brother died. When my brother died, he was a senior and I was a sophomore. He was to young, never started a life of his own.

These dreams I have always start out the same way. The day he left and I didn't do anything about it always haunts me when I sleep. Then, my dream switches to something different. Watching Dalton shoot my brother, seeing Jason shoot himself, its all to much for me. The day I saw his face without a smile, killed me. He was always so cheery and happy but..I guess everything has to come to an end. Dalton was there the day he died. I saw him arguing with my brother. He was the one who killed him. I know it! But, the thing is...I am starting to have feelings for him. 

About a year ago, I went through a hateful stage. I woke up in the morning and dragged myself to school. My grades went down and I wanted to kill myself. I hated Dalton for what he did. Funny thing is, he was the one with me the most. Somehow he found a way to comfort me without pushing me over the edge. I still hate him- in a way. He DID kill my brother. Of course I still hate him! It's just complicated.  I can't stop these feelings..

Dalton is a "dark guy". He has tattoo's, raven dark hair, and pale white skin. He is still atractive to me. My mother always tells me to "stop being nasty" and give him a chance but she doesn't understand that he killed Jason. She said that they caught the guy who did, I just don't believe her. DALTON WAS THE ONE WHO KILLED HIM!

I know it.

I whipped my clothes off and put the shower on. Today is my first day of Senior year. My last year to finally ruin Dalton's life. I will ruin it, not even the love for him will stop me.