Nightmares

Have you ever had that dream where someone you're friends with DIES?
Well, I had that dream for like the sixth time now. I swear if I wake up in tears ONE MORE TIME...

In my dream I woke up with dread in the pit of my stomach, but I continued with my normal routine. I decided to ignore the feeling and board the school bus as usual. When I got to school every person looked at me with despair. Tears were streaming down several student's faces.
"What's going on?" I asked my kid. Even his face was stricken with sorrow.
"I-" he began. "I can't finish..."
A lump began forming in my throat and I couldn't breathe. A thought hit me.
"Where is she?"
"She-"
I didn't stay long enough to hear the rest of the sentence. I dropped everything and ran to a group of people I rarely talked to. Tears were quickly flowing down every face. "What happened?" I asked hurriedly.
"She- She's..." Guilia couldn't finish her sentence.
Kayla stepped up, "She... died last night. Her... step dad... The last cut... Too much blood."
Kayla was crying, her breathing short and rough. Her face was red, her eyes swollen.
"Why?" I screamed.

The dream flashed and I standing in a funeral home. The lights were bright and the fumes of flowers and death surrounded me. I was wearing black. Full black and when I touched my face I was wiping away eyeliner with my tears. I knew I looked terrible. I looked around me and noticed every familiar face from school. Her cousins I had met once were there, there hunting coats replaced with black. Her mother had traces of tears, but she was no longer crying, only sniffling. Her step father was hovering close to her mother, clutching her hand tightly. As far as I could tell I was alone.

Then a preacher stood up at the front, the stand looking down on the black casket which held her lifeless body. Her skin was pale in the lights and she looked as innocent as she had when I'd first met her. Everyone took their seats. I was vaguely aware of someone touching my shoulder, hugging me from the side, but I paid it no mind.

When the preacher began talking her began with words about suicide and then I woke up.

Crying.


And everything I had fallen asleep with had been thrown to the floor....