(Ok this one is short 'n' sweet...well maybe just short...well- oh just read it :D))
Chapter 5 ~ the dream
“Hurry up, mom, I’m going to be late” I called to my mom.
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist; we’re early” She rolled her eyes.
“But I need to practice, tune my guitar, sort out the program...” I rambled on.
“Don’t you have to tune your guitar before practicing?” Dad inquired, interrupting me.
“Oh yeah” I admitted.
“I still don’t know why-“ Mom turned to look at me as the eighteen wheeler skid across the road and collided with us in a single explosion of noise.
Mom and dad turned to look at me, and gave me a reassuring smile before suddenly fading away. The last sound I heard, before giving up, was that of a siren.
“It’s too late” I mumbled, as the world suddenly became pitch black.
“MOM!” I screamed, lurching up in my bed. The remnants of my constant haunting hung thick in the air like a wall of smog. I was panting as I tried to calm my racing heart.
“Raven?” Taylor came rushing into my room, the open door casting a ray of intense light which I instantly flinched away from. I knew he cared because he only called me Raven when I was upset, other times it was just “Rave” just like I preferred. Taylor took my image in, my sheets were dishevelled, and my hair was matted and plastered to my sweaty back and beads of sweat cascaded down my body.
“You had that dream again?” He asked tenderly. I didn’t trust my voice so I just nodded. “Come here” He whispered as he took me into a tight embrace. “Shhhh” He whispered sweet, sweet nothings into my ear as he attempted to sooth my aching heart.
“It was all my fault” I whimpered into his back.
“No it wasn’t; the driver of the truck was drunk” He argued softly.
“It’s all my fault” I repeated as I slowly drifted away into unconsciousness, but I fought it; I didn’t want any more reminders of my mistake.
“You can sleep with me if you want” He said, sensing my distress. Normally, I would have made a jab at him for saying that, but I was too tired to do so. Maybe in the morning; things always looked better in the bright sunlight. Just as I thought that, the heavens opened and a torrent of rain cascaded from the stormy sky. Maybe a holiday is what I needed after all.