The Girl of His Dreams

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In a town in Oregon, a boy keeps dreaming about a random girl. He loves her, yet he doesn't even know her name. As the plot unfolds, he sees the truth and the identity of the mystery girl is reveiled. This story twists and turns, and the ending will shock most any reader.

Submitted: May 26, 2013

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The Girl of His Dreams

By, Austin J.

 

 

As night falls over day, and darkness pollutes light, the boy walks with the girl of his dreams. Their hands interwoven so tight his fingers begin to numb. Maybe it was the cold winter’s air, or maybe he was nervous.

A part of him was saddened by the thought that this love was bound to end someday. The thought of them parting had been passing through his mind throughout much of winter. Fights, arguments, none had become true, however he knew they were imminent.

“What is wrong?” asks the girl.

He looks down at his hand which had slipped out of hers and now lay limp beside his waist. He quickly reaches for hers again.

“Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“About…?” she replies sharply.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

“About what?” she turns and gives him a questioning look.

“Nothing important” he meets her gaze and then quickly turns away.

She pauses for a moment and he wonders if she ever thought about it too.

“Okay.”

They continue down the ice encrusted sidewalk, carefully as so they do not slip. Every neighborhood they pass is illuminated by various assortments of Christmas decorations that give off just enough light so that they can see in front of them. He looks to each one and imagines the effort that was put into arranging them all for just one day.

“What time is it?” she asks. He looks down at his watch.

“11:59”  

“It’s almost Christmas!” she laughs quietly and then falls silent. A moment passes as the boy waits for her next response. Nothing comes.

“You miss your father?” he finally murmurs. She looks up at him with a rather saddened expression.

“Yeah, I guess.” she replies in a barely audible whisper. He looks down at his feet.

“I know.” There is a pause. “I miss him too.”

She laughs again, “You barely knew him.”

“So? He was a good man.”

“All he did was play blackjack and smoke weed.”

“He had good intentions.” The boy replies sternly. The girl doesn’t say anything.

As they pass out of the lit up neighborhood, the streets become dark again, with only the full moon to show them the way. The boy leads the girl around the bend to the Christmas tree farm.

“What are we doing here?” she questions him. The boy lets go of her hand and quickens his pace towards the oak tree.

“I want to show you something.”

“Show me what?” she runs to catch up with him. But the boy never replies.

The tree is massive, and by the looks of it, quite old too. It is covered in a light dusting of fresh winter snow. Moss hangs off a wooden platform suspended amongst the limbs a ways up.

“Don’t tell me you want to go up there?”

The boy smiles “of course I do!” He bends down at the trunk of the tree and brushes the leaves and moss from a wooden ladder. He then stands the latter up against the tree, just high enough to rest it on the side of the platform.

He reaches for her hand. “Go first, I’ll catch you if you fall.”

She hesitates for a moment, contemplating why this is so important. “Are you sure it’s safe?”

“I’m sure,” his smile widens, “Now quit stalling.”

“Okay, okay.” She mutters something he cannot hear and then goes for the ladder.

It creaks and wobbles slightly as she climbs, yet the boy holds the ladder steady as she ascends carefully, one step to the next. Letting one hand off, the boy looks down at his watch, assuming it surely must be Christmas. However to his surprise, the watch reads “11:59”.

“Okay, I’m up.” The girl chimes in and the boy jerks his head away from his watch, thinking little of it. He climbs the latter and takes her hand as she pulls him to the wooden platform. They sit together, facing the tree farm and the wine vineyards along the endless countryside. The freeway runs through the center, yet at this hour, there are few cars on the roads.

“So… what’s the big surprise?” she looks to him with a rather unsatisfied expression.

The boy puts his arm around her shoulder, “Turn around.”

Behind them are the bright lights of the city, illuminated especially by the various Christmas lights and decorations. Some buildings are tall, others not so much, yet with the snow and ice covered ground twinkling in the moonlight combined with the city scape, he knew she would love it.

The girl gasps, “It’s beautiful!”

“Yeah,” the boy sighs, “Long ago, I used to sit up here and watch the sun set and the moon rise. I watched as the city would slowly light up and shine bright in the night.” The girl grabs his hand and they interlock fingers. To his surprise, her hands were cold and he flinches at the touch.

“Are you cold?” he asks. He looks at her as a single tear drips down her pale cheek.

“Yes, I am quite cold.” She begins to sob.

“Here, take my jacket,” he removes his windbreaker, “it’ll keep you warm.” She forces a smile.

“It’s okay,” she looks to him, one side of her face illuminated by the moonlight, her brown perfectly curled hair blowing ever so slightly in the wind, her golden blue eyes quivering with tear drops, while the other side is shadowed.

“What time is it? Is it Christmas yet?” she takes a few deep breaths. He looks down at his watch. 11:59.

“Yes,” he lies, “it is Christmas.”

She rests her head against his shoulder. “Then it is time for me to go.”

The boy turns abruptly to where she was sitting, resting her head against his shoulder, but she is gone. As he begins to cry, he looks down at his hand, still pale white from the coldness of hers. He turns his gaze up to the night sky, to the stars, to the moon and then back to one star that twinkles particularly bright.

“Thank you…” he murmurs.

 

***

The alarm goes off and the boy wakes with a start. He looks at his clock which reads 8:31am. With a loud sigh, he climbs lazily out of bed and walks to his mirror. He washes the dried up teardrops from his face and brushes his teeth. The whole time his thoughts revolve around the reoccurring dreams. The girl he never knew, yet in his mind he loved more than anyone in the world.

He walks down the stairs of his loft and into the small kitchen of his apartment. He walks past multiple pictures posted up on the wall, one of which is a Newspaper article dated three months ago. The title reads;

 

12/24/10

Boy involved in Horrendous Car Crash

One dead, boy injured severely

 

He gives a careless glance towards the article and keeps going.

The toast pops from the toaster and he butters it ever so delicately, then he spreads jam across the butter. He pours a glass of orange juice and sits at the small wooden table that takes up much of his kitchen area.

As he eats, all he can think about is the girl in his dream. Who was she? And why was she always in his dreams, every single night? The thoughts spin around in his mind endlessly.

“Are you okay?” he startles at the concern in her voice and jumps slightly in his chair.

“Hey Allison,” He replies grumpily, “you startled me.”

She giggles, “Sorry, I just got back from the gym. Are you okay though?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He snaps at her. She mocks him sarcastically and leans over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Today is Christmas eve babe” she tries to cheer him up but he doesn’t even glance her way. After a pause and another bite of toast, she repeats herself.

“Today is Christmas Eve, shall we go to the parade?”

“Sure.” The boy replies in monotone. At this she pokes him twice hard on the shoulder.

“Allison, stop.”

“No, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing Allison, I’m fine!”

“Well obviously not!” she almost yells to him, “otherwise you’d be all happy like you used to be in the mornings. Ever since the crash, and after you came out of the coma, nothing’s been the same.” The boy drops his toast on the plate and walks to the stairs, leaving Allison in the kitchen.

“What’s been going on with you lately?” she calls after him, but he doesn’t listen.

As he passes the pictures, he stops and lifts the folded newspaper off the wall and begins to take it out of the frame.

“What are you doing with that?” Allison stands at the bottom of the staircase to the loft.

“I want… I want to know something.”

“What are you talking about?”

He doesn’t reply and walks up the rest of the stairs.

“Okay, well I’m going to get some breakfast with friends.” She turns to the door and swings it open. “I’ll be back later!” she slams it shut behind her.

The boy walks over to one side of his bed where his laptop rests on the nightstand. He sets the Newspaper article next to him and opens a webpage.

He types in the date of the crash and the title from the article and presses the enter key. The post comes up and he clicks it, waiting impatiently for it to load. Once it does, the boy begins to read the full article. As he scrolls through the elaborate post, he notices his picture, and then another to the right of it, a girl, the victim.

He gasps and almost falls out of his chair in amazement. Staring at the picture for another few seconds, maybe minutes he realizes that she is the girl in his dreams.

***

 

Allison walks to the car pavilion and reaches into her pocket for her keys. She presses unlock and the black car clicks into life. Sighing angrily, she slides into the vehicle. She thinks about why he was so upset this morning, and the morning before, and the various ones before that. She pulls out of the pavilion and mutters about her frustrations to herself.

As she reaches the red light at the main intersection she notices someone sitting in the back seat staring out the window.

She jumps in her seat and shrieks, “What the hell!” The figure turns to face the rear view mirror.

“Who the hell are you?” Allison once again screams, “How did you get in my car!?” The light turns green but Allison doesn’t move.

The girl doesn’t say anything for a moment and then decides to speak. “Calm down,” she says in a soft spoken tone.

“Answer me now or I will call the police!” The cars behind her begin pulling up around her, honking in the process with rage.

“It doesn’t matter who I am or how I got in your car. All that matters is that you know that the boy is my lover. You don’t mean anything to him and he is not for you to be upset with. You don’t-“

Allison interrupts her sternly, “Listen, I don’t give a damn what you say, get out of my car.” She pulls to the side of the road and unlocks the passenger door. “Get out!”

“It is time for me to go.”

The girl doesn’t hesitate, she opens the door and gives Allison one last glance, her golden blue eyes flickering in the sunlight and then steps out, lightly shutting the door behind her. Allison watches her walk down the sidewalk for a moment, her curled brown hair waving back in forth with each step. As she turns back to the road, Allison gives the girl one more careful look, but she is gone.

***

The boy finally turns his gaze from the girl’s picture on the laptop to his feet. His thoughts now race even faster than before. He never knew her, yet he loves her. He’d never even seen her, but now she’s in all of his dreams.

Being a logical person, the boy paces back and forth, wondering how this could be possible. He walks down the stairs and into the living room. To take his mind off the picture of the beautiful girl in his dreams, he flips on the TV. The door opens behind him.

“Hey!” Allison says in a bewildered tone. The boy turns to face her with one eyebrow raised, but before he can respond she speaks up.

“So guess who I ran into today!?”

The boy takes a sarcastic guess, as he is completely uninterested in the conversation. “Your friends?”

“Nope!” Allison starts to pace. “I didn’t even get to see them.”

“Allison what are you talking about?” the boy gives her a concerned look.

“Oh, well it turns out your ‘girlfriend’ was waiting for me in my car!” she practically screams.

At this, the boy stands up. “What!?”

“Oh you know, oh I’m sure you know. What’s her name!? Huh?”

“Allison relax, I’m not seeing anyone!” he gestures his hand in a motion for her to calm down.

“Really, because this girl seemed to know exactly who you were, and who I was. She even knew that we were fighting this morning!” Allison balls her hands into fists. The boy crosses his arms.

“Is this some kind of sick joke?”

And at this, Allison begins to cry. “Ever since you came back from the crash, the coma, you haven’t been the same! Something is wrong with you! And now,” she pauses for a moment and adds in a sob, “and now I know why!”

“Allison, I promise, I swear on my life, I am not seeing anyone.” He tries to stay calm.

“So you just think I made up all this up? I swear on my life that there was a girl, a girl with golden blue eyes and curled brunette hair in the backseat of my car!” The boy’s eyes widen.

“What!?” he falls back to the couch, stunned by the girl’s description.

“See!”  Allison breaks down crying, “I, I knew you were seeing someone!” she walks back to the open apartment door.

“No! Allison, this is not what you think!”

“No,” she stops crying suddenly but the tears from before still run down her cheeks, “it is what I think!”

The boy reaches out his hand, “Allison, I can-” But the door slams before he can finish. Yet, he knew with all his determination, he would never be able to explain Allison’s encounter with the girl from his dreams.

 

***

 

The boy lies back on the couch, hoping for something to rescue him from his misery. Sleep comes quickly and takes him back to the dreams.

“What time is it? Is it Christmas yet?” she takes a few deep breaths. He looks down at his watch. 11:59.

“Yes,” he lies, “it is Christmas.”

She rests her head against his shoulder. “Then it is time for me to go.”

The boy turns abruptly to where she was sitting, resting her head against his shoulder, but she is gone. As he begins to cry, he looks down at his hand, still pale white from the coldness of hers. He turns his gaze up to the night sky, to the stars, to the moon and then back to one star that twinkles particularly bright.

“It is time for me to go.” He murmurs.

The boy awakens from his slumber, and this time he knows exactly what to do. He jumps off the couch and rushes for the kitchen.

With Allison gone, with the haunting dreams, the boy just couldn’t take it anymore. He reaches for the medicine cabinet and grabs a half full bottle, the very one he was prescribed for his awakening after the coma. He fumbles his fingers, trying to remove the cap and dumps a handful of little red pills into his hand. The boy pours another glass of orange juice and looks down one last time at the pills.

***

 

He sinks into the couch and waits for eternal sleep. As his eyes begin to close, he knows this will be his last dream.

“Goodbye.” He whispers. His eyes close and he falls into darkness…

 

***

 

As night falls over day, and darkness pollutes light, the boy walks with the girl of his dreams. Their hands interwoven so tight his fingers begin to numb. Maybe it was the cold winter’s air, or maybe he was nervous.

A part of him was saddened by the thought that this love was bound to end someday. The thought of them parting had been passing through his mind throughout much of winter. Fights, arguments, none had become true, however he knew they were imminent.

“What is wrong?” asks the girl.

He looks down at his hand which had slipped out of hers and now lay limp beside his waist. He quickly reaches for hers again.

“Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“About…?” she replies sharply.

“About us, about how I love you.”

She smiles.

He meets her gaze and then quickly turns away.

She pauses for a moment and he wonders if she ever thought about it too.

They continue down the ice encrusted sidewalk, carefully as so they do not slip. Every neighborhood they pass is illuminated by various assortments of Christmas decorations that give off just enough light so that they can see in front of them. He looks to each one and imagines the effort that was put into arranging them all for just one day.

“What time is it?” she asks. He looks down at his watch.

“11:59” 

“It’s almost Christmas!” she laughs quietly and then falls silent. A moment passes as the boy waits for her next response. Nothing comes.

“You miss your father?” he finally murmurs. She looks up at him with a rather saddened expression.

“Yeah, I guess.” she replies in a barely audible whisper. He looks down at his feet.

“I know.” There is a pause. “I miss him too.”

She laughs again, “You barely knew him.”

“So? He was a good man.”

“All he did was play blackjack and smoke weed.”

“He had good intentions.” The boy replies sternly. The girl doesn’t say anything.

As they pass out of the lit up neighborhood, the streets become dark again, with only the full moon to show them the way. The boy leads the girl around the bend to the Christmas tree farm.

“What are we doing here?” she questions him. The boy lets go of her hand and quickens his pace towards the oak tree.

“I want to show you something.”

“Show me what?” she runs to catch up with him. But the boy never replies.

The tree is massive, and by the looks of it, quite old too. It is covered in a light dusting of fresh winter snow. Moss hangs off a wooden platform suspended amongst the limbs a ways up.

“Don’t tell me you want to go up there?”

The boy smiles “of course I do!” He bends down at the trunk of the tree and brushes the leaves and moss from a wooden ladder. He then stands the latter up against the tree, just high enough to rest it on the side of the platform.

He reaches for her hand. “Go first, I’ll catch you if you fall.”

She hesitates for a moment, contemplating why this is so important. “Are you sure it’s safe?”

“I’m sure,” his smile widens, “Now quit stalling.”

“Okay, okay.” She mutters something he cannot hear and then goes for the ladder.

It creaks and wobbles slightly as she climbs, yet the boy holds the ladder steady as she ascends carefully, one step to the next.

“Okay, I’m up.” The girl chimes in and the boy jerks his head away from his watch, thinking little of it. He climbs the latter and takes her hand as she pulls him to the wooden platform. They sit together, facing the tree farm and the wine vineyards along the endless countryside. The freeway runs through the center, yet at this hour, there are few cars on the roads.

“So… what’s the big surprise?” she looks to him with a rather unsatisfied expression.

The boy puts his arm around her shoulder, “Turn around.”

Behind them are the bright lights of the city, illuminated especially by the various Christmas lights and decorations. Some buildings are tall, others not so much, yet with the snow and ice covered ground twinkling in the moonlight combined with the city scape, he knew she would love it.

The girl gasps, “It’s beautiful!”

“Yeah,” the boy sighs, “Long ago, I used to sit up here and watch the sun set and the moon rise. I watched as the city would slowly light up and shine bright in the night.” The girl grabs his hand and they interlock fingers. To his surprise, her hands were quite warm to the touch.

“You’re not too warm?” he asks. He looks at her as she smiles.

 “I’m fine” she looks to him, one side of her face illuminated by the moonlight, her brown perfectly curled hair blowing ever so slightly in the wind, her golden blue eyes wide with happiness, while the other side is shadowed.

“What time is it? Is it Christmas yet?” she takes a few deep breaths. He looks down at his watch. 12:00.

“Yes, it is Christmas.” He smiles.

 

 

 


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