October 28, 2014
New York City, New York
Late Night Show with David letterman
(Elizabeth's perspective)
"Elizabeth!!" My father yelled so loud if he yells any louder it might shake the house walls.
"Elizabeth?!"
"Elizabeth?!"
"Elizabeth open the door!!" My father yelled pounding on my bedroom door.
I start to shake and tremble as I start crying.
"Open the door this instant!!!" My fathers voice roared.
"Go away!!" I yell and I cover my ears as I try to block out the yelling.
"Open this door or I will open it myself!" My father yelled.
"I will count to three if you don't open it I will break in." My father said.
"Elizabeth wake up!"
"Elizabeth!"
"Sweetie wait up!"
"Elizabeth!!"
"Elizabeth!!"
"Elizabeth!!"
The door breaks open and my father comes running into my room.
"Wake up!"
My eye shoot open and I see Taylor above me. I quickly sit up and look around, "I heard you screaming from down stairs so I ran up here to see if you where alright." Taylor said worried.
Once I realized it was all a dream, I started crying relieved that it was a dream.
"It's okay Elizabeth. You are okay. It was just a bad dream." Taylor said hugging me trying to calm me down.
"But it was real" I thought and chills ran up my spin as I got goosebumps all over my arms, I start to cry harder.
"Oh great they are back" I thought.
I cry more and I start to have trouble breathing. "Elizabeth. Elizabeth look at me sweetie." Taylor said and I looked at her.
"Take a slow deep breath in." Taylor said. I took a breath in, "Now breathe out." Taylor said and I breathed out.
"Deep breath in." Taylor said, I take a deep breath.
"Breathe out." Taylor said and I exhaled.
Once I am calmed down a little bit Taylor asks, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No." I said looking down picking at my finger nail not wanting to remember more of the memory.
Taylor looks at me for a minute or to, I know she is thinking wanting to say something to me.
"Want to eat breakfast now?" Taylor asked I know that wasn't the question she was wanting but I don't push it.
"Sure." I said and we walked down into the kitchen as Taylor gets a pan out and some eggs.
"Can you hand me that spatula please Elizabeth?" Taylor asked.
I look over at the counter and see the spatula and grab it.
*flash back*
"Daddy come play with me!" I yell jumping up and down running around in the living room.
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