The dream
Jenni's POV
Deep in the forest, I am running and running, it feels like I am in some kind of black gray world and I don't know from whom I am trying to run, it's just, I feel the urge to run like my life depends on it. Suddenly, I see a woman figure her face is not visible but she is wearing a long skirt and a knitted sweater. Suddenly, I stop running, she widens her arms as if she is telling me to come to her and then, suddenly, I hear her saying my name "Jenny?Jennny?".
I walk towards her taking baby steps. As I reach near her, she touch me on the shoulder and says in a hush tone "get up". Unable to understand I ask "What?Who are you?". She give my shoulder a jerk towards her as my face is just in front of her, she opens her mouth wide and growls "Gettt uppp" suddenly, it feels like she is sucking everything in her mouth like a vacuum and I am drowning in water unable to breath. I panic and panic as I struggle to breathe and suddenly ,I see light, and booom .....I open my eyes fluttering.
My mom is standing near the curtains letting all the sunlight pour inside my room and I see water all over me seems like she pour a whole jar of water over me while I was sleeping. I sigh. I cry an invisible tear in frustration "ahh this fucking dream" my mother shoots her brows "I think we discussed about the swearing part" as she knows me, I won't stop swearing just because somebody tells me to ,she sighs 'Again?' I nod. "Mom it was the same dream that lady was there telling me to come to her and as I was going to see what really happens after, you ruined it all".
Mom crosses her ams over her chest and says "Don't creep me out with your dreams early in the morning, and I don't think you have plenty of time left for school so get ready fast and come outside i'll drop you off". With this I take a short shower, prep my hair in a bun, pull on denim shorts and a white tank top and my sneakers.
As I go to the dining room my dad keeps his eyes glued to the phone he always does that and my mom is just sitting all on her own eating alone. As I advance towards the dining table they both notice me and we exchange good morning. After eating my breakfast my mom comes to drop me off the school.
On the entrance I spot the arrogant jock ,James Miller, I try to avoid him by going straight through the doors as he is busy joking with his bestfriend, daniel wilson who also happens to be a soccer player. As I pass through them a wave of happiness jolts all over my body but it didn't last long as he starts whistling "Hey Juliet, won't you greet your dearest friend". There there, this dumbshit, again called me this thing and I am so fuckinug annoyed by this juliet word.
After my breakup with my first and last (for now) boyfriend who was a total jerk, he annoys the shit out of me, by calling me julie. It's not even like,I was in love with that liam, well I kinda was, as it was my first experience but it doesn't matter as he came out to be a complete jerk. I say in my coldest tone "we are not even friends let alone dearest friend, fool".
Even though both of our dads try their best to make us get along with each other since they are buisness partners but still some things not change even if you try so hard to, likewise our behaviour towards each other do not change. Listening to my reply he over exaggerately actions that he is getting a heartattack. Drama queen. I roll my eyes at him and march my way to my lit class.
As I enter I see emma leaning closely in her book. A small chuckle leaves my mouth. She has always been a bookworm, we have been besties since we were 13 and she has always been the best student at Liberty High.I reach at our table and she is so engrossed in her book that she doesn't even notice me looking at her. I just wish I had been like her, with the books, good at studying, though she helps me in my grades.
She is currently studying with the help of her scholarship as she can't afford in this rich school of ours."what are you thinking" she brings me out of my thoughts I shook my head and sit next to her "Today again that same dream came". She clutches her bag close to her chest being all afraid "Are you sure your dreams are not possesed by a ghost". I laugh at her reaction.
Well I have been getting these dreams since I was eight. Our family doctor reasoned it as a result of the shock that the accident gave me. I had been in an accident when I was eight that erased my memories.It's been hard for me but I got through that phase and I just don't have a single memory before that accident not even of that accident.
