Dreamer
When she woke up, she opened her eyes.
She looked outside. Everything was grey.
But that was really nothing new. It was the same old story called her life.
Her fucking life. "But not fucking in the positive sexual meaning", she thought.
What a shame! A young woman as beautiful as she should wake up in the morning next to her loving husband or lover or whatever.
But her bed was empty. It had been empty for about three years. Since Thomas had died.
She decided to switch on the radio. Maybe a little song would keep her from thinking about her past and she wouldn't have to face the fact that she was alone.
It was an Ozzy Osbourne song called "Dreamer":
Gazing
through the window at the world outside After all there's just the two of us I'm just a dreamer, I dream my life
away I watch
the sun go down like everyone of us I'm just a dreamer, I dream my life away, oh yeah Your higher power
may be God or Jesus Christ If only we
could just find serenity I'm
just a dreamer, I dream my life away, today
Wondering if mother earth
will survive
Hoping that mankind will stop abusing her,
sometime
And here we
are still fighting for our lives
Watching all of history repeat
itself, time after time
I'm just a dreamer, who dreams of better days
I'm hoping that the dawn will
bring a sign
A better place for those who will come after us this
time
I'm
just a dreamer, who dreams of better days
It doesn't really matter much to
me
Without each other's help there ain't no hope for us
I'm
living in a dream, a fantasy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
It would be nice if we could live as
one
When will all this anger, hate and bigotry be gone?
I'm just a dreamer,
who dreams of better days, OK
I'm just a dreamer, who's searching
for the way, today
I'm just a dreamer, dreaming my life away
Oh
yeah, yeah, yeah
It expressed exactly how she felt: Caged in her life. Surrounded by darkness. And there seemed to be no door with the word "exit" above it. No knight in shining armour who could have saved her.
At night time she was a dreamer. She dreamed of better days to come.
But her normal life was a nightmare. Now that she knew that Mr. Parker wasn't her father she realized that maybe everything else he had ever told her had also been lies.
And the one person that had never lied to her was Jarod, the one she had been chasing for about six years, the one whom she had once given his first kiss, the one that had never forgotten her birthday.
She really had to make her way out of bed and into to bathroom if she didn't want to be late for work. But what did it really matter if she didn't appear today? Maybe no one would recognize her absence.
Except for Broots and Sydney.
So she took a long and hot shower.
When she stepped out of the bathroom her instincts told her that something was wrong. Someone had been in her bedroom while she had been in the shower.
She looked around, and finally she found a note on her pillow.
Keep on fighting for your life and for the truth. It's still out there …
Love, Jarod
And so she found the strength to face another day, hoping that better days would come soon …
THE END
P.S. There will be no sequel. Please R&R. THX