Time to Tell

I take a deep, calm breath. I look out over the water way down below me. I see the sky scrapers to my left, and to my right, I see the bridge meeting the other side, leading to a smaller part of the city. There are no cars on the road, just me. I look out to the setting sun. I breathe in and out again, realising just how perfect this moment is. I see the sun hitting the thin clouds, illuminating them with a bright pink. I don’t remember coming here. All I know is that I am just here. Like there is nothing else except for this moment. I look over the landscape. There is nothing but silence all except for the wind and some chirping birds. The cool wind blows on me, making me feel even calmer. I don't know how long I have been there. Maybe a few seconds or minutes or even hours. My mind is clear. It is the most calm my mind has ever been. I move without thinking. I put my hand on the railing and tighten my grip, and I feel my muscles flex to pull me on top of the railing. Now I am standing on the railing like I am the only person in the entire world who is alive. I feel the wind lightly moving my hair. I look at the beautiful sea but something doesn't feel right. All of a sudden, I know I need to get down. I try to get down, but my body betrays me. It does not move. My heart starts to pound. I know what my body is going to do, but I don’t know why. I try to scream, but my voice stays silent. I scream in my head: Wake up, Dawn! Wake up! Do something! But it is no use, I walk off of the railing like I thought it was a street. I plummet to the ocean far down. I am scared. I know that I am going to die. All I can do is let a silent tear roll down my cheek as my wild mind slowly slips to unconsciousness. 

I jump as my eyes open. I feel my heart pounding harder than it ever has before. I am panting. Taking in as much air like it was my first time breathing. I look around, and I realize that I am in my own bed in my own room. I try to calm myself down by thinking that it was just a dream. I am safe. I start to breathe slower, and my heart rate slowly goes down.

  My name is Dawn Quincy, and this was the first dream I have had about me. Lately, I have been having terrible dreams, but all the others have been about the people closest to me until today it was me. I never really had dreams until a month ago. When I was younger, it was very uncommon for me to have them, but here I have had them every day for a month now. My dreams are never good. They are alway about someone dying in them. I have been trying to stay awake as long as I can just for the hope to miss having a dream at least one night. 

Within the last month, I have found out that once I wake up, I can not go back to sleep, so I turn on my lap and grab out my book. I read to take my mind off the things in my dreams and in my life. My life is pretty good. Other than math tests, I have a lot to look forward to. I have my parents: David and Sharron Quincy, and my siblings: Trayden Quincy, my brother, Sarah Quincy, my sister. I have my best friend Rosalina Tarence, who's more like family than a friend.

I read page after page until I look up and out the window. I see the sky getting a little lighter. I get up and get ready for school. Today is Wednesday, the best day of the week because half of it is already gone. I am sitting on the front steps of my house waiting for my ride. I sit in silence, looking at my nabors' houses, seeing some lights being flicked on and off by parents waking up their kids. I see some of my nabors outside. One of them is going for an early morning run. Another is a guy from my class, going outside to start his car. A loud hum makes me look away. A red car with loud music pulls into my driveway. I ran up to my best friend's car with my backpack and book in hand. 

“Turn down the music! You're going to wake everyone up!” I yell over the upbeat song as I get in the car. She grins at me mischievously. 

“Ohh come on, it's my first day driving without an adult. We have to make an entrance.” I can't help but grin back.

“Fine” I say, “but only this time.” I try to look serious again, but instead, we burst out in laughter for no reason. 

Before I go on, I must tell you that I am 15 years old, a sophomore, and my best friend is Rosa, who just turned 16 and is also a sophomore. Rosa has light brown hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. I, like my brother and dad, have dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. My sister and mother both have dark brown hair, fair skin, and eyes that change colors depending on what they wear. Both Trayden and Sarah have left for college, so I am the only kid at home. My parents like to sleep in, so I hitch a ride with Rosa.

The day goes by in a flash. We arrived at school. We went to first period that we had together. The math teacher yelled at the boys after every sentence she said. Second hour all I did was take some notes that the teacher wrote down. Period after period with a break for lunch and within a blink I am in last hour. All we were doing is what we did last class. I pulled out my book and started reading because I finished it last night for homework. As I read, my eyelids get heavier by the second. I keep blinking slowly, trying to stay awake, but I slowly drift off to sleep. 

I woke up immediately. I lift my head up and look around the room. All I see are kids working and talking. After a minute, I decided to read again. As I am reading, I hear a ringing in my ears. I try to ignore it, but it keeps on getting louder until it gets so loud it hurts. I put my hands to my ears. It gets louder and louder. My head erupted with pain. It felt like there were needles puncturing my skull. I felt sick and dizzy. I couldn't think at all. The noise got louder and louder until it was too much. My body instinctively fell to the floor, hitting my head on the desk in the process. I started screaming out in agony. The pain worsens as the sound gets louder. My head had so much pressure on it it felt as if there was a thousand pound bolder on my head. It keeps getting louder and louder. Just as it was becoming too much for my body, the ringing went away within a snap. I breathed in and out a few times, still feeling the killing pain in my head, and that is when my body decided to knock myself out. So I was unconscious. Surrounded by my classmates, all with worried looks. My teacher trying to give me space and calling for help. Some of the students whispered to the others and pointed at my bloody ears, wondering what had happened. I lay there unconsciously in a dream. I lay there silently and peacefully, not knowing what was to come.