The mafia's bride (On Hold)

Chapter two: Crossing paths part two

Dreams are supposed to mean something right? In the human mind, we create dimensions or realities that differs from the real world. So basically humans should be able to manipulate their own dreams right? There's no limits to our imagination especially little kids. But that logic doesn't testify against teens. Professionals think that dreams are based off human desires or guilt. And as we grow the rapid decrease in dreams has been surprising low. But not for me. There's no off or on switch for my dreams.

In fact they're reoccurring. Happens as often as two days a week. And they all end up the same way.

 I die.

 Some way some how, something or someone ends up killing me and I don't know who or why. For all I know it could be a killer who I meet in the future or just some random person who hates me. Not that I have any enemies or anything like that. Still the dream from last night was bugging me. My sides are still killing me when I try to turn over in my new bed. The man no doubt has plans to to kill me like all the other psycho paths out there. But this one feels more real, like a vision of some sort.

Where I was, I wish I knew. The only image that comes to mind is this street where the man was chasing me on and the upscale housing, in English, mansions. Most of them stood near a bricked wall built down to the end of the street which curves and joins the other street and a thin lamp post that was my only source of light. Well that and the lightning on the porches of the mansions. But they barely guided me down the street without tripping over rocks or small cracks in the concrete. And please don't get me started on the fear that clogged my throat. I had no shoes on and it was barely above temperature. Calling out for help last night was definitely the worst decision I could ever hope to make in my whole life.

"Pryor?" A familiar voice calls my name from the other side of the door. A small but gentle knock at the door makes my eye flash open. "Sweetheart, you do know it's almost time to leave right?" Dad says behind the door with a stern voice. I peek at the clock on my nightstand. Nine forty-five. Oh, shit. Judging by the dimmed glow from outside, the storm that was being shown on the news yesterday was beginning to roll into the area.

Changing clothes and combing out the heavy knots in my hair, I give my sides a little massage, which is not weird. Trust me, the pain killers I took last week for the drowning dream really helps. But this time the pain is unavoidable. Not to mention bandages wouldn't help since there's nothing to  freaking cover! Sighing deeply at the rinsing water and the fog created against the mirrors, I splash my face with cold water and refuse to let myself fall apart. Beside it's my first day at school and life is going to get better. At least I hope so.

"Don't forget to turn those papers into the front desk, Pryor!" Mom reminds me as I rush into the kitchen and pop in two pop tarts and pour myself a glass of milk. "I won't mom. Don't let Ellie sleep in. You know I won't come get her cause she missed the bus again." Mom sits down at the kitchen table writing down some notes for her job and rolls her eyes at me.

"Don't worry about your sister, Pryor. I'll make sure Ellie gets up. Now hurry up, the bus might have already left." She slips in a laughter that is so cruel, it fits her perfectly. Just kidding. I smooch the top of her head and give dad a big hug before grabbing my strawberry pop tarts and speeding out the door.

The thing that most people don't know about me is that I'm an idiot. Mom did say it's going to rain today but my ass forgot to bring an umbrella. Sighing, I place one of my binders over my head and proceed towards the bus stop which is down the street by the way. Luckily there aren't many people. 5 in total exactly and they all look completely normal.

No dyed red hair or ears pierced. No dark clothing or cigarettes hanging outside their mouths. None of that. To me, each and every one of them are normal. Regular clothes and jewelry. This one girl has this very dark blonde hair with brown streaks, and a plaid shirt with a leather jacket covered above it. But that wasn't anything new. The girl next to her has this darker skin tone with her black hair shaped into an Afro and a short red and black ruffled dress that would attract many boys towards her.

There are 3 other boys who are much more taller and slimmer. But two of them look like twins. The one with the same dark skin as the Afro girl looks dangerous but in a good way. His hair is a shade lighter from the dark skinned girl but his features are still pretty sexy. Sweats dragged past his legs, a black t-shirt covered with a black vest and a small tattoo on the side of his arm. His friends don't seem to be uncomfortable by his choice of fashion so neither would I. When I arrive at the bus stop, the 5 of them eye me carefully. It's true that my choice of fashion differs from theirs but does that really matter?

I try my best to flash each of them a positive smile but it did little help. All of them beam their little eyes right through me like a sword. It leaves a mark on my chest and the heaviness of their staring only increases my anxiety. "You the new girl?" One of the girls finally asks when the bus is 5 minutes away from picking us up. The blonde haired girl flashes me a smile and walkes up beside me.

"I'm sorry, we heard from our neighbors that a family was moving in and we were curious about their daughter or so we heard that the family had a daughter. You wouldn't happen to be her would you?"

I nod and look at the other four. The Afro girl crosses her arms and tilts her head. Obviously she doesn't think too highly of me but the boys seem amused. The dark skinned boy moves beside me on the other side and grins. "The name's Joe, sorry about the awkwardness you had to deal with a few minutes ago, we don't get many girls livin around here if you know what I mean."

"Shut the fuck up, Joe!" The dark skinned girl says and punches him on the shoulders, playfully. He shot the girl a frown and rubs his shoulders. "Damn, Jeanna you must be doing some sort of new exercise routine cause your hits are freaking deadly man!" Jeanna smirks and flips a curly end of her hair behind her shoulders. Like Joe, she has a tattoo on the side of her arm. So does the blonde haired girl and the two other boys behind us. Somehow I feel left out but I don't bother asking them about it.  "Hey I didn't get to introduce myself yet guys," the blonde girl whins and grabs onto my shoulders.

"My name's Star and the twins behind us are Tile and Red."

Both of them look Mexican to me with the same hair styles except one of them has white highlights mixed with his natural black hair. Their skin tone is lighter under the lamp post but their eye color differs from each other. I guess the guy named Red is the one with the crimson red eyes. He seems like the stand-out type twin while his brother is more of a silent type. Either way each of them seem like pretty decent people. Except for Jeanna who gives me the evil eye from behind.