Chapter 3
It turns out that everyone wanted to wait and tell me all about this so-called ‘danger’ when everyone’s parents got home. They were pretty dead set on that idea, so now I am once again in-the-know, but not in-the-know.
It fucking sucks.
It’s like my entire life is a cliffhanger! I’m continuously told little tidbits of information! Plus, I have mid-terms tomorrow! I started to unconsciously rub the bridge of my nose, noticing a head ache coming on. When I said that today was not my day, it really wasn’t my day.
Sighing, I started to walk around the house gardens, becoming increasingly bored and tired as I went. This day was wearing me out. It was chilly outside, and I cursed myself for not bringing my jacket. See? All this commotion was making me an idiot.
I sat down on the bench that sat around this huge waterfall thing, which looked like it cost a lot of money. I lay down, gazing up at the stars. Beautiful things, stars are. So full of energy, passion, and hope. They twinkled like they held the hopes of all humankind, and the grief of those that were lost. They had mysteries.
And there, beneath the stars and under all the stress of the day, I fell asleep. Under the stars.
In my dream, I was walking. Steadily walking through the forest, using the moonlight and the stars to guide me.
Fucking hell, it was cold.
Shivering, I continued walking, and asked myself where I was going? I was completely surrounded by forests; where in the hell did I think I’d be able to go? I hated dreams like these; I had them annually. Sometimes the air would be warm, and sometimes it’d be cold, like being thrown into a freezer that never opened.
And always, always, I had on a gown. An actually gown, that flown around me and fucked up my walking. It was quite beautiful, really, but annoying as hell to deal with.
Especially while walking alone in what it seems, like Harry Potter’s “Forbidden Forest”. But there were a couple things that stayed the same: the creatures.
There were always vampires, werewolves, shape-shifters, fairies, sprouts, giants... Anything you could ever imagine, including humans. And when they would see me… They’d bow down to me. It was so weird. Like I was a royal or something; which I’d better not be, because than this would be an ongoing egotistical dream, and I like to believe that I’m not a douche.
The weirdest thing, though, was that I never ever really heard anyone ever talk. They all just went on with their business, whatever it may be, and bow to me whenever they same me but... I never actually ever heard anything. It was like I had on earplugs. There were sounds, I suppose. But they were so muted that it wasn’t even worth the strain to even try and hear what was going on.
As I continued onward, in my dream, I let my eyes wander, like always. The buildings were beautiful creations; some things between modern but then also classical. Like Paris; classy but elegant, with a hint of the new age in it.
Children would come to the windows to see me walk by, while their parents hung back at a more respectable distance in their homes. They would always smile at me, so many emotions set in their faces. There was respect, love, admiration, pity, hope, and anger. The anger was usually only present in the adults; but even then only ever present in the older men and women. I always looked questioningly at them, silently asking them Why?What did I do? And sometimes they would respond, but of course, I couldn’t hear them. It always left me with a sad tang in my heart, like they had given up on me. But what in the world could I have done to allow them to believe in me in the first place?
