The Last Gifted//c.m.b

#23

Evie Pov
I sat the table with a bowl of cereal infront of me, i had barley touched it as i used my spoon to mess with it.

I wasn't able to go back to sleep last night, im afraid that if i do, then Jessie will apear again.

Allen sat next to me, watching in concern, my dad was in his room, talking on the phone, probably trying to get an appointment for a psychologist for me to go to.

I cant blame them for being worried, who wouldn't be worried for their daughter or sister having screaming fitz in the middle of the night because of nightmares.

I set my spoon down and put my face in my hands and sighed.

I was beyond tired, the dream woke me up around 2am, meaning i barely got four hours of sleep.

"Evie, why cant you tell me what you dream about that terrifies you this much?" Allen asked.

I lifted my head up to look at his questioning and worried eyes.

I averted my eyes again to stare at my barley eaten bowl of cereal.

"I cant...you wouldn't understand...at some point, yes, i will tell you..." i said and looked towards him again "but not know."

I know that my dad and Allen have to know whats going on at some point, but now is not that time.

"Whose Jessie?" Allen asked more seriously than before, clearly he wasn't going to give that up.

"Jessie is..." i stopped myself.

"He's just someone who was in my dream, i dont know who he is" i lied straight through my teeth.

"I studied dreams for a year in Highschool Evie, every person in someone's dream they have seem before, and if Jessie was that big of a character than i think you know exactly who he is" Allen said.

"I dont want to talk about it alright!" I snapped at him and a look of shock to over his face.

Then my dad came walking down the hallway.

"Hey, is everything alright?" He asked.

"Fine" i said.

"Evie, you dont have to go to school today if you dont want to, i know last night was really rough for you" dad told me.

"Its okay, I'll be fine" i stood up from my spot and went to the coffee machine.

"You sure?" He asked.

I hummed in response as i grabbed a travel mug and filled it with coffee and stirred in some sweetener.

I took a sip of it the warmth filling me up inside. Hopefully this can get me though my day.

"Oh and i got you an appointment with a psychologist, so you can talk to her about your dreams, she can help" dad told me.

"I dont need a psychologist dad, you dont get it-" i cut myself off and sighed.

"What Evie, what is it that i dont get?" Dad asked, a bit irritated.

"You dont get a lot of things okay, both of you, this isn't going to help me, i have only ever told one person about the dreams and its going to stay that way, even if i tell this lady about them she cant help, and so far i dont even know if i will be able to trust her for reasons you also have no idea of. But i will go to the appointments, just dont expect anything to come from them" i ranted and at this point i was in tears.

Before they could say anything i opened up the door, closing it behind me and quickened my pace down the driveway.

I wiped away a few tears as i looked around, the sun was just barley peaking over the horse feild and my feet crunched on the gravel.

I made it to the rode just as the bus pulled up and i got on.

After sitting down in my seat i began drinking more of my coffee, blocking out all the thoughts that flooded my head.

I felt my phone ding in my pocket and i picked it up seeing a text apear on the screen.

Dad😘
Evie, i dont know what
Has been going on
With you lately but i
Want to help you
But i cant do that if you dont
Tell me whats going on.

Evie💜
Dad im sorry but i cant
I cant tell you
I will tell you soon
But for now i just cant

I put my phone back down and shut my eyes as i waited to get to school.

I jerked awake in my seat as i felt the bus rattling from the people getting off of it.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stood up, taking another gulp of my coffee.

The nap was a nice refresher, i feel a little more alive now.

I stepped off the bus looking around for Freya and saw her skipping up twards me.

Her long red hair swaying side go side as she grinned at me.

I gave her a tierd smile as she stopped i infront of me.

"Hey Evie!" Freya greeted me.

"Hey Freya" i greeted back.

"Are you okay? you dont look so hot, more like puggled" Freya said.

"Uhm, remind me what puggled means again" i laughed.

"It means tired, you look really worn out" Freya worried.

"Oh ya, i had a nightmare last night and couldn't go back to sleep" i told her and began walking twards the school doors just like every other morning.

"Evie, im getting seriously worried about all these nightmares just starting up agiain after almost five years" Freya pressed more into the situation.

"Freya, you know i dont like to talk about the nightmares, my dad even got my a psychologist appointment, but its not going to help" i huffed.

"How can a psychologist not be able to help you, if you would just tell me whats been going on then i could help you"

"Yes well im not going to tell you, atleast not yet" i told her and she gave me a questioning and confused look.

The firsf bell wrang and people started to vanish into their classrooms.

"I got to go, I'll see you in history" Freya strolled off to her class and i headed to mine.

I finished up all my coffee and set it down at my desk as i got my art supplies out.

Hopefully this will take my mind off of things.

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Fun fact: when i was a little girl i suffered from awful nightmares that i would wake up crying to, so my dad called a psychologist for me. It was always about a terrifying monster, and coincidentally, the monster was my mother.
My mom treated me awfully, but she is gone know, she went way to far once and on top of that she couldn't take care of me and my sister when we visited her. So now she is banned from seeing me and my sister, untill i am 18.
And i hope i never see her again. So basically, my mind had taken her and formed her into what she truly was when ever i slept.
Sometimes i still get a nightmare about her here and there.

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