the strangers in our body

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everyday when i go to sleep i have this dream its always about me,me in another life that i cant quite remember.Its always dark,dark and cold like your typical horror movie but this cold wasn't like that,it sort of passed through me like ghosts or something.Its hard to explain but i know i'm sitting down when it all happens. I can tell i'm by the water because all i can hear are rushing waves and its close i can feel it really, really feel it like its taking me in. Then someone pushes me and i'm there drowning swallowing whats suppose to be water but really is blood and i realize its mine then i wake up.breathing heavily holding my chest like I've been shot i tear off my clothes to look for any signs of a wound or blood but find none. In till i look in the mirror and see the stranger in my body.

Submitted: April 06, 2012

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My name is christina carter but my friends call me chris, im a fashion designer for the lucy hale company down in miami, florida where i was born and raised as a city girl with my father and two sisters. My mother died of tb when i was sixteen and left my dad and i desperate for work and money. My father was a doctor and an amazing one at that he was actually the one at mothers bedside when she was sick. Always giving her, her medicine and checking up on her every two hours probablywould've been more but mother always told him he worried to much. No wonder he retired after she died he figured if he couldn't save the women he loved how could he save anyone else but that wasnt true. Mothers death wasnt his fault it was no ones fault reallyit was her time to go, go and be with her mother up there in heaven where she belonged. And it was painful for me to see him wailing around the house like a sad puppy missing its owner. I knew i had to do something anything or else we would end up on the street like a bunch of homeles people. So i began working as a cashier at a groceries store down by the block ,it didnt pay much but it made us a living including the money my dad got from his retirement. But for me it wasnt enough simply because i was a girl and i had two little sisters to take care of everyday so needed more money but the question was how? After a few weeks i found a couple of hundred dollars in my pocket whenever i woke up and assumed it was my father just sneaking in my room to put it there.You know to help,help buy girl stuff for my two sisters and i buti couldnt except it. He needed it more then we did but whenever i went to give it back tohim he made excuses like by saying that he didnt give me anything.Which was strange but i didnt believe him so i snuck the money back into his pocket every other day. But whenever i went to bed i woke up with more money more as in thousands of dollars and i knew my dad didnt carry that much money so where did it come from? I then decided not to work anymore but the money in my pocket kept building up one week its five thousand the other its ten and i was confused. So i ignored it but one day i woke up with blood stains on my shirt even on my legs and lipstick on my mouth, and thought what was happening to me? so i went to a therapist down by the bay where i used to go when i was little to ask a few questions but all he said to me was "your fine chris all this is, is just a paranoia due to, too much stress i recomend you stay in bed for a while in till it all blows. over" which is exactly what i did and after five years of clutering pocketsit stoped,right before i finished my fourth year of college. My dad was already remarried by that time to an army widow who worked as a baker at the bread bakery near our block.She was what you called a bit phycotic more like pathetic but my sisters liked calling her the crazy lady whenever she came near them so i accepted her as crazy.But i was out of the house living in my one bedroom apartment close to where i worked. After i was settled in the nights became lonely without my father and sisters but i knew they were living their own lives and i had to live mine.A few weeks later my nights were always haunted by this dream the same one over and over agian and i didnt know why i was always drowning by the time i woke up and breathing heavily as if it really happened and i thought it was because of how alone i felt without my family.So i went to live back with my dad for a while but the dreams kept happening just more vividly and clearer every time. By the time i went back home i found letters and photos under my bed when i reached down to put my shoes there and i looked through them but none were familar in till i reached the last one.It was me sitting next to a women with dark brown eyes red hair and a poncho i tried to see if i remebered her but i didnt she wasnt in my mind not even close so i put the photos on my counter and went to bed,but it wasnt my bedit was someone elses a stranger in fact and then i remebered the dream that dream wasnt really a dream. It was real what i thought was sleep was actually another life in another time i remembered i know i was near the water sitting down by the bay talking to the red head she was telling me no threatning me saying if i told anyone about what happened five years ago shed kill me. But i had no idea what she was talking about then it all came back the money in my pocket it wasnt my dad putting it there it was men older men in their twenties and thirties i remembered i was a freaking hooker. I made that money by having sex with them but what about the blood the blood on my legs what about that? then it hit me that red head was there that night i sleeping with this guy and she came in and shot him in the chest she said it was her father and he had raped her in the other room while looking for him. she took him to the bay and dumped his body and made me promise i wouldnt tell but i did i told my therapist without knowing and was about to die.She could see the fear in my eyes and knew the truth she pulled out a gun shot me and pushed me in the water where i began to drown as i heard her run away i tasted blood my blood and couldnt breathe then suddently someone pulled me out of the water and saved me it was him my therapist he came he knew and he saved me. he took me to his house stiched me up and brouhgt me home. He asked me if i was okay and i nodded and knowing that i wasnt he came in and said i'll stay with you in till you fall asleep and he did.Thats when i woke up breathing heavily holding my chest and tearing off my clothes to find where i was shot but couldnt so i ran to the bathroom and in the mirror i saw me myself and a stranger then in came the therapist half naked and smiling and i thought who is this stranger in my body........


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