"Hi, my name is Nat." I said, standing up.
"hi Nat," the group said, monotoned.
"I'm eleven years old. My little brother was kidnapped when I was nine, and the FBI said that he's dead, but I know he's out there. He sends me messages in my dreams, but my dad thinks I've lost so that's why I'm here." I said.
"And how are you today, Nat?" Steve, the leader asked.
"Pretty mad," I said, no feeling.
"And why's that?" Steve asked.
"Because all of my friends acted just like my dad but this time they are just ignoring me," I said. "Can I sit now?"
"Yes," Steve said, disappointed as always. A girl, a new girl, walked in late. She sat on the opposite side of the room.
"Your late, so you go next," Steve said to the new girl. She stood up.
"Nat, could you explain what you have to say?" Steve asked. I groaned.
"Your name, your age, and why your here," I said.
"My name is Rosalina, I'm thirteen. I can't get through an hour without looking at a picture on my phone. It's of this boy, I knew him when I was little but then things happened, he started closing people out, even me. I don't remember his name, but he was just one of my best friends, he made me me. My dad thinks it's weird that I'm so attached to this boy, but the boy keeps me sane. He always knew just what to say, and when to say it. It'd like he read my mind. But he changed, so fast. I never knew why either." Rosalina said. She sat down in the chair.
I walked into my apartment, alone as always. I went to my room, the room I USED to share with Alex. Went straight for my desk. I sat down, and went to my im list.
D-Dog
KingQaasim
CelloIsLife
DamselInADress
JoshRules!
I clicked on 'DamselInADress'.
CrazyCar: Hi
a few minutes later, I got a response.
DamselInADress: Nat?
CrazyCar: yeah. Where were you today?
DamselInADress: I boring support group. Why? And why are you all of a sudden im'ing?
CrazyCar: Just thought I'd catch up with you. Are you busy later?
DamselInADress: No, why?
CrazyCar: I think I've been inspired and I could use a little help
DamselInADress: Sure. Be there in five
I went to the living room, unlocked the door and then I fell asleep on the couch.
"Nat! Nat help me please! Someone help!" Alex called. He was falling into a dark place.
"Alex!" I yelled.
"Alex!" I yelled again.
"Nat!" Alex called. "Nat, Nat!"
"Alex!"
"Nat!" Rosalina yelled in my ear. My eyes popped open. "Are you okay?" She asked.
"He was falling," I said. "He was calling for help, but all I could do was watch."
"Do you have a white board? Of course you do, you Nat." She said. She came back with a large white board and an expo marker.
"How often have you been having dreams like this?" She asked.
"just about everyday," I said.
"does this happen in every dream?" She asked.
"Most times. Other times he's just sitting there crying. And there's always a woman, showing him to me." Rosalina started writing all the stuff I was saying on the board. "I can see a vague image of her face. But she's not very tall."
"Describe her." She said.
"she has a few wrinkles, and long brown hair. And her eyes, one is wide and the other sags, like Alex's. And she has thin lips that are always red." I said.
"Give me a minutes, I'm gonna call an artist." Rosalina said.
a few minutes later, there was a ring. Rosalina answered the door and my old pal, Qaasim came in.
"You didn't say Nat was gonna be here." Qaasim said.
"Because I know you. Now, draw this." She showed him the board. Twenty boring minutes later, he showed us the picture.
"Either Nat has totally lost it, or every night he dreams of his mom showing him Alex." Rosalina said.
"Why would my mom show me Alex if Alex is apparently dead?" I asked. Qaasim's eyes widened.
He had an idea.