Secrets Revealed
By: Blazing Tygor
Chapter 1
Where am I? What is going on here? I thought to myself.
As I look around me I see a barren landscape. Then I see a woman walking toward me. I can't tell who she is, but I get the feeling that I know her from somewhere.
"Who are you? What do you want from me? What are you trying to tell me? Where are we?" I called out to her.
But she doesn't answer. She gestures to me as if to get me to come closer.
I walk a little closer and see her clearly for the first time. I stopped and call out "Kimberly what are you doing here? Where are we? What's going on?"
"Help me. Tommy please help me." She says, in a low voice. I can barely hear her.
"What's wrong Kimberly?" I ask. But she doesn't answer. I try to move closer only to feel as if I am running through a really fast and strong river. I slip and start to fly backward crying out to her asking what is wrong over and over.
I jerked upright crying out. And trying to remember the dream I was having. Not to difficult since I had been having the same dream for more than a week now, and I still didn't know what it meant.
"Hey Dad, are you alright?" Chris asked looking into the room from the doorway.
"Yeah I just had that dream again. That's all." I replied, sitting up in bed.
"I figured that. Anything different this time?" He responded walking over to the bed.
"Yeah. I managed to get close enough to see that the woman in the dream is Kimberly." I said.
"Mom? Mom is the woman in the dream?" He asked incredulously.
"Yeah. She was asking me to help her. But when I asked what was wrong she didn't say anything she just kept asking me to help her." I said thoughtfully.
"What are you doing out of bed this early in the morning anyway? You have school in an hour and a half. Well I guess I better see about breakfast huh?" I said and climbed out of bed still a bit groggy. It's no secret to Chris that I am not a morning person, but sometimes I try to pretend that I am.
"Are you sure Dad? 'Cause I make breakfast if you want, and you can go take a shower to help you wake up." Chris suggested helpfully.
And I thought I did a good job of it. But obviously not as good as I thought. "Go ahead. You're a better cook than I am anyway." I replied. "Then you get ready for school right after. Got it?" I said sternly.
"Yeah I got it." He relied glumly.