"Sarah.... Sarah, wake up." a young, female voice urged me. I tried to ignore the voice and continue sleeping. Everytime somebody wakes me from a dream, I can never remember what I dreamed about. I know recently I've been having really odd dreams about Vampires, and Werewolves fighting each other and somebody happily watching them, like it was a sport. Who was it? I think it's a-
"SARAH!" the female voice yelled as I jumped up in shock. Out of my seat, and sprung up like a jack-in-a-box.
"BOY!" I yelled on impulse. I looked around to realize I was at our usual cafertaria table at school. Everybody giggled at me, as I carefully sunk down in my seat.
"What kind of dreams were you having, Sarah?" asked Stephanie, my best friend. Usually she lets me sleep undisturbed since she loves the stories from my dreams. She wants to be a writer someday, so she records everything in her blog online. I don't know if it's thanks to her 'college man' boyfriend, but she seems to be changing bit-by-bit. Or maybe it's my imagionation, since nobody else seems to notice.
"You know perfectly well I can't remember if you wake me up." I mumbled with a glare as I took a sip from my peach juice box.
"Chill Sarah, it's only sleep! You can do that anytime, anywheres, but how often can we hang out?" she asked casually. She did have a point, but it's only because she's the one that's too busy. I don't understand why I'm the only one that sees a change, maybe it's because we've always been so close.
"Well. If you feel that way, then we should hang again sometime soon." I suggested, but I always do this, she says no, and then we go back to the conversation. So, you can pretty much say I asked dully, out of habit.
"That's a GREAT idea!" she replied eagerly. I knew it, she- wait, did she say yes? I felt my jaw drop, and my juice box slide out of my hand. Anticipating my reaction, Stephanie caught it with a bright smile on her face.
"Well? How about tonight? My boyfriend is hanging with his buddys tonight, so I figured I can too!" she explained, like a preppy, mindless cheerleader putting on a show before she drops some sort of HUGE prank bomb that reminds me of the movie Carrie.
What am I thinking?! This is the girl that always protected me from bullys and even saved my life a couple times. She's never given me a reason to doubt her before, so why should I start getting paranoid now? I gave her a bright, welcoming smile.
"Sure, why not? My brother misses you anyways." I laughed. My younger brother has always had a crush on her, and she knew just as much as I did. She had a bright smile as she playfully punched my shoulder. I grabbed it in mock pain as everybody laughed. I haven't had a pleasant meal with my friends in months, and I wasn't soon going to forget it.
"So, what are you up to tonight?" my friend Paul asked me. You know how you can always fall into a rutein at school? This was mine. Paul always walked with me to class when lunch was over. He is one of the hottest guys in school, too. Perfect phsyic; hair; smile; eyes; skin.... You can name it! We grew up together, so we know everything about each other.
"Actually, Stephanie is coming over tonight." I replied like a proud wife, whose husband is returning from War. He had the same reaction I had the first time. Hs beautiful, bright blue eyes widened in shock and his mouth hung open as he just stood there for a moment.
"You mean.... IT'S ALIVE!" he yelled in horror, holding his head between both of his hands. I couldn't help but giggle at him.
"Should we call the angry mob to my house now or later?" I mocked with a grin, these childish conversations were normal for us.
"Hey!" he stopped suddenly, being all serious now as he tried to stare me down. Automatically, I stared back accepting it as a staring contest. It was only 30 seconds before he spoke again, to finish what he was saying.
".... Monsters are people too. So, instead of calling a mob, call for pizza." he joked with a serious expression on his face. I rolled my eyes and continued to walk with him to class through the busy, crowded hallway.
"Yes, I'm sure the pizza place down the street makes pizzas with 'blood sauce', 'raw meat', and 'brains' on top." I groaned sarcastically as we reached the classroom. He did his gentlemen thing and opened the door for me, and stepped to the side to let me in.
"Mmmm, sounds delicious!" he commented mockingly, while licking his lips and rubbing his belly to add to the effect.
"Weirdo!" I mumbled, and lightly punched him in his stomach. Like I did earlier, he pretended it hurt as I rolled my eyes at him again. he followed me to our usual seats.
"Who knows, they might think your family tastes better." he mumbled. We then took our seats, and class begun.
After class, I found Stephanie leaning against the wall outside the doorway.
"Well, speak of the Devil and she sha'll appear." Paul commented in a happy voice, but his mocking expression was to piss her off. This is why I hang out with my two closest friends at different times, because they can't stand each other.
One year in Junior high they were both in my homeroom class. Their constant fighting drove me nuts! After just a week, I transferred to a different class. And now look at us: Senior year of High School and nothing has changed.
"Suck d**k, lo-ser!" Stephannei snarled back with a glare. She also stretched the 'loser' for effect. Usually I would laugh at their argument, except it made me sad now since she talks to me the same now.
"I think any man would rather suck d**k rather then having to see you." he argued back, in the same tone as her. As usual, their tension in the air was giving me a headache. I knew from experience that if I didn't stop them, then they'll keep on going.
"So are you getting off the bus at my place, or are you coming down a little later?" I asked Stephanie boredly, so she could stop. She completely forgot about Paul, and turned all of her attention to me.
"Later. I just got off the phone with Mom, she wants me home for supper." she replied, with a fake disappointment. I didn't understand what her intentions were, but I could tell she was lying. Just-like-that, my sadness reminded me of the repeated nightmare I've been having recently.
I would walk into a blood-stained house, with bodies all around me cut up soo badly that I couldn't even recognize who they were. There was always something fimiliar about this wretched, horror place. But like always, it always hits me when I walk into my trashed bedroom that it was my house.
I shuddered at the thought. Both my friends knew better then to ask me if I'm alright, because it's been happening for nearly a month, and neither of them knew what could happen.
Before I knew it, it was the end of the day. Stephanie reminded me to go straight home and wait for her, while Paul invited me to ditch her and to go over to his place to hang out. Once again, this resulted in an argument that was giving me a headache.
But then it started. I stared wide-eyed after Stephanie. Her wavy, black hair and green eyes stared at me as if when she was waving good-bye, it was the last one she'll ever give me. It was a weird deja-vu feeling. As if, I seen it before or expecting it.
It was the same with Paul. His goofy grin, and shoulder length black hair with blue tint at the bus window made me think it was my last good-bye from him.
What was going on? Although I'm surrounded by everybody, for the first time in my life I felt truly alone. Like I was betrayed by somebody close, but know who or how yet.
Is it the nightmare? Is my family going to die? No. It was only a nightmare, nothing more to it. It was then that I realized I was shaking, and my bus was sitting there. Waiting. I was about to go on like I usually do, but stopped when I wa sabout to take a step. It was then I realized I was crying. My tears were no doubt trying to give me some sort of sign that I wasn't alright and need to clear my head.
"Are you alright?" the bus driver asked, confused. Probably thinking I'm a nut case. I wonder how long I've been standing at the bus doorway with tears running down my face, and a foot just dangling above it.
"Look kid, nobody is forcing you to go on the bus." she told me, a bit of frustration in her voice like she was telling me to hurry up. But she was right, I didn't have to rush home. Stephanie would need time to eat, by the time I walked home she should be on her way. This thought made me smile, and no longer scared.
"You're right. I think I'll walk today, thanks!" I replied excitedly to the bus driver as I stepped back and waved as he left. She was shaking her head in disappointment and frustration as she left. I couldn't help but to feel relief as I started walking home. And I don't know why, bbut I had a feeling that I changed my destiny today by not taking the bus.
But still, Stephanie would be mad if she showed up and I wasn't there. So I more jogged then walked. It was strange. The closer I got to my house, the more I felt as though I was jogging to Death.
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