My eyes shot open. It was a dream, as I had thought. It was different this time, though. The man always said "get ready Karen" but this time, he added something. "It is time to go". That was what he added. What could that possibly mean? What could this whole dream fest mean? Hopefully, nothing. I do not want to go anywhere with that man. No matter how handsome he may look. I'll just have to pass.
I sighed and glanced at my alarm clock. 5:23 am. Good enough for me. I certainly did not want to go back to sleep. I threw the covers off me and went to the bathroom to do my morning routine, and then I got ready for school. By the time I was done the time was 7:35 am and my first class was in 8:05 am. I quickly grabbed my bag and went downstairs, where my mom was making breakfast and my dad was reading the newspaper. Typical Dad.
"Morning sweetheart. You look a little stressed. What's the matter? Got 'the friend'?" my mother said. I smiled. That is why I love my mother so much. She is always so caring, although sometimes her care gets a little out of hand. But what should I expect from a mother?
In front of my school building, going up the stairs to the doors, I received about 20 calls of "hey, Karen" or "what's up Karen." I had grown accustomed to the greetings each weekday morning, but today, it just annoyed me. I've been hearing too much of my name lately. Okay, the cause of my frustration is that stupid dream. I don't usually believe that dreams can become reality, but there's something about this dream. I mean, I've been having the dream for a week straight! Starting from the night that... that Nicole disappeared. Nicole, my best friend. I trusted her with everything! I talked to her when something was bothering me. She was like the sister I never had. I walked to school with her and went home with her. Told her all my secrets and trusted her 100% to keep them. But that one night, after Jake's party, she vanished. Her mother had said that she heard a loud crash coming from Nicole's room, and she had gone into her room to see if everything was alright. But she saw an empty room. The cops suspect that Nicole ran away. This assumption was due to the fact that her windows were open when the cops arrived. But I don't believe that. I don't know what happened to Nicole, but I know that she did not run away. I just know that. Nicole would not just leave me like that. She couldn't.
"I just saw you standing there with a blank look on your face. Are you alright? You didn't even notice what I called you," Adrianne said. That's when I realized it. She had called me Kar. She always calls me Kar. I hate that name! It makes me feel like I was... well... a talking car!
"I'm so sorry. It's just that I've been having this weird dream for exactly a week now. It's really getting to me," I said, running my fingers through my hair in frustration. But the bell rang for the beginning of class before Adrianne could reply to my explanation.
"You'll have to tell me more about that dream later, Kar," Adrianne twirled a strand of her light-brown curly hair around her finger. She was frowning. She hates her first class, whichis English. It's mainly because her teacher makes them read some book while he just sits there and does God-knows-what. "Well, see ya later Kar," Adrianne said, then ran to her first period class.
"It's Karen!" I yelled after her. Sighing, I turned around and went to my class.
After school, my friends and I went to a large park just a couple of blocks from the school. Nicole and I always used to come to this park. Sighing, I decided not to think about Nicole at all. It would do me some good.A couple of us sat on the swings while the others sat on benches. We started a conversation about an upcoming party which lasted for quite a while. I paid very little attention to the conversation. I didn't feel very comfortable today.
When we all finally decided to go home, it was night. Maybe around 8:30 pm. We all scattered and went our different ways. I was the only one walking home alone. We all had buddies we usually walked home with. Nicole used to be my buddy. Oh, the crazy things we used to do and talk about when we walked home. Sometimes we would just start singing random songs out loud. People who did not know us would think we were drunk. Well, those were the old times. There's no Nicole now. Just lonely, sulky, whiny, Karen.
By now I was out of the small forest that separated the park from the area my house was located in. I quickened my pace, wanting to reach home fast. I had never noticed it before, but it was quite creepy out here. The eerie silence sent shivers down my body. My pace increased.
I unlocked the front door after finding the right key.Sighing, I went into the house to begreeted by the sound of a news reporter.
"Hey, hon!" my mom called from the couch. She was laying her head on my dad's lap. Oh, how cute. I couldn't help but let a smile creep unto my face.
"The girls and I went to the park," I replied, making my way to the stairs.
"Right, dad," I called back. If I wasn't in such a hurry to get to my room, I would have questioned him on his sudden care about how long I stayed out. Usually he didn't comment on how late I stayed out. Maybe it was because I never really stayed out that long. Except on party nights, of course. It's not because I'm spoiled. I am not spoiled. It's just because I'm usually a good girl, so there's really nothing for my dad to worry about. But I guess that's all changed now. Could it be due to the disappearance of Nicole? Was my dad worrying that I might be next? I dismissed the thoughts as I darted up the stairs to my bedroom.
In the bathroom I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I looked at myself in the mirror after wiping my face with the towel, just like I always did. But behind my worn out face, I saw the face of the man in my dreams. I let out a little shriek as I spun around to behold the man. My breathing came out short and jagged. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw no one there. It was only my imagination. I'd only imagined the man in the mirror. These past events must be making me go crazy. Yes, that must be it. I'm just going crazy.
"I have given you enough time to prepare yourself. Now it is time to go home, sweet Karen," the voice of the man filled my head. The dream again. The man had come to haunt me again. But how come it didn't feel like a dream? I tried to open my eyes and was surprised that they opened with ease. It only meant that I was not sleeping. My eyes widened in alarm.