Faith St. John
I wrenched upright in my bed, drenched in sweat. Few strands of hair clinging to my forehead I impatiently wiped them away. That dream was so real, I had actually thought it was through the whole time, but it was just a dream. I had wanted it to be real hadn’t I?
The dream had escaped my thoughts and only glimpses of the dream came back to me. I was shaking pretty badly and I couldn’t control it. Grabbing fist full’s of my blankets I flopped back down and squeezed my eyes shut, fearing the worst of some other dream. Maybe a nightmare would come to me besides something like that dream. From how I was now I could tell I couldn’t and handle another one. I knew if I had another one it would drive me over the edge.
I wanted a regular dream for once, not one with the man in the black hood, or a night mare. A regular dream. It would probably make me less restless I would thing. I faced the opposite side of my alarm clock not wanting to see the time slowly but surely I drifted off again, this time luckily I was to tired to dream.
I awoke, pure sunlight peaking through my curtains. I felt groggy and weak, not even feeling like going to school. Rolling over I looked at the alarm clock, 7:00a.m. the time I always woke up for school.
Instead of staying in bed and going back to sleep like I wanted I forced myself out of bed and got some clothes and went to the bathroom to change and brush my teeth and hair. Washing my face with cold water to wake myself up I blinked and threw my clothes on slowly.
Nobody was home at this time, my foster mom was most likely at work, seeing how it was a Tuesday. Grabbing my bag as I put on my shoes I realized something on my pillow. Walking to it slowly my eyes focused on a yellow tulip, picking it up a note was tied to it with a little matching yellow ribbon. Opening it gently I read it.
Please don’t forget me.
My mouth dropped open as the note slipped out of my hand. What did this flower mean this time? I thought.
Putting the flower in the vase with the rose I picked up the note I dropped and added it to the one before it. Leaving early to school I had so many thoughts going through my mind as I pulled into my spot.
Going through the double doors an heading into the school I groaned.
There stood Lexi looking straight at me. ‘so who’s your secret admirer?’ she asked in a snotty voice. Her face twisted in a sneer.
Someone you cant fuck? I thought sarcastically. ‘ none of your business,’ I snapped. ‘and even if I did know you’d be the last person on earth I would ever tell’ I snapped back heading right past her not even hearing what else she had to say about the man in the black hood.
Stuffing my things into my locker I pealed off my sweat shirt and hung it up and smooth my hands over my ruffled shirt. ‘so did you see you man last night?’ turning I looked Audrey in the eyes with a half hearted smile.
Shaking my head I sighed. ‘nope, but I dreamed of him. I dreamed of unmasking him’
‘ooo did you see his face? What’s he look like? Is he Taylor Lautner cute or Damon Salvator hot?’ she asked setting examples of actors, Taylor being the hunky werewolf from Twilight, and Damon being the hottie from Vampire Diaries.
‘no’ answered lamely. ‘ I woke up just as I pulled his hood back’
‘ugh! When are you going to find out how he looks?’ she groaned as she slapped her forehead.
‘ I don’t know, I don’t think it will be any time soon though’ I whispered just as the warning bell went off. Looking at Audrey I felt as if she didn’t even hear me this time.
Rushing to class I couldn’t help but think about the rose and tulip I had.