Death is a Dream

Hour of Secrets

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The story will continue from 3 points of views: Lilianas, Jeremy and 3rd person.

3rd person POV:

"....Liliana" The sleeping girl could hear a soft voice whispering in her ear and feel the presence of them next to her . A wonder and a beauty dreams can be, but cruel once you wake up to be strip apart from the beautiful fiction and faced with the ugly truth. She was dreaming once again, it was so real it didn't look like a dream, it was more like a memory playing in her mind keeping her comfort in the loneliness she now was deep into. The memory old but fresh as a rose that had just blossom in her mind. She was laying in bed half asleep but was being held and that someone was whispering  trying to wake her up as gently as possible. The girls eyes snapped open abandoning the dream of the beautiful memory. She had a heartache and a tired mind from so many flooding of thoughts each day. Even though she wouldn't admitted to the counselor, her aunt, her  teachers, or even herself she was hurting in the most deep way possible. And she would never face it, she would always run from it. The girl sat on her bed with her hand gripping the sheets, if you could listen well you could hear her trying to stop her sobbing. As if she had forbidden herself from crying. 

She left her bed and walked towards the window that gave a beautiful view to the stars if you looked up. She sat herself next to the window grabbing a pillow a hugging it hard as if she hugged it hard enough it could probably take the pain away and comfort her enough to distract her from reality. She buried her face in the pillow in an intent of silencing her crying. She sobbed hard into the pillow and the pain in her chest spread, making her crying intensify . You see she never cried out of this hour, it was always just at this hours when everyone was asleep that she would be true to herself . Only at this hour she would cry and let pain out, only at this hour wold she accept her true feelings and be honest wit her own mind. As if everything was a secret. She once wrote a poem about it, she never shared it or post it. She jus liked having something written that explain perfectly how she thought and feel. As if finally she could be understood and not thrown away.

I keep my secrets hidden in the dark, until everyone is asleep,

I let them out to the light of the stars at the hour I trust my secrets with the sky. 

Just me, my secrets and the stars to be my loyal keeper to my hidden tears.

The hour of secrets.

She sat next to the window watching the stars, her eyes glued to the beautiful diamonds shining down to her. She remember doing this for longer than she could remember. When she was 6 she remembers sitting with her mom in the garden and watch the stars until she fell asleep in her arms. Nothing has change only the fact that now she was falling asleep in the her chair and in arms of the darkness and coldness of the room. She had been having trouble sleeping, her insomnia worst than ever. She would stay like that for nights, next to the window until somewhere along the night after a long time she would drift into sleep without remembering when did it happen. This resulted in her always being tired at school and having neck pain, she would tell the counselor she stayed up studying and that it  had help her a lot dealing with things. She couldn't believe how easily this man could swallow lies like that. She was sure she would get caught lying in the very moment but she had to give it a shot. Her luck when the counselor only smiled and said that was good but to try to make an organize schedule. She finally drifted off to sleep in her seat as her mind calmed down the storm of oceans of thoughts from killing her completely.