The Fifth Album
Prologue
It was one of those dreams. The one where you are chasing something or something is chasing you. This one she was chasing after Her. It was also raining too. A very hard rain at that. But what did you expect for one of those dreams. The lighting filled the sky and the shock wave of thunder passed through her. Oh yes, don't forget about the thunder and lighting. It wouldn't be one of those dreams without them. Dark. It was also very dark. She was standing in the circle of light way ahead of her. She was reaching back for her. The light around Her was starting to fad. It always did. …have to get to Her before the light goes out… …you'll never reach her in time…you never do…you always fail…always… Oh yeah, forgot about the scary unseen voice. …not this time…i'm going to make it… She was getting closer. Their finger tips were touching. …noooo… why are you raising the ground on me… The ground was raising up and the slope was covered in mud. Slippery mud. She lost her footing and fall backwards. She landed on her back and started to slid down the hill. All the time watching Her slip farther away. As she reached the bottom, all covered in mud, the light around the woman faded out. …nooooooo… i told you that you would fail and always will…ha ha…ha ha ha…hahahahahah….
She sat upright in her bed. She looked around her room. Slowly her mind cleared and she reached over to turn off her alarm clock. She was all sweaty and her hair was matted. The covers of the bed were a mess. The doctor told her the dreams would lessen but never totally go away. That they would come back in times of very high stress or very emotional mile stones in her life. Both applied this time. She got out of bed, grabbed her bath robe and headed for the shower. I look like death warm over. She thought looking in the mirror. Reaching into the shower, she turn the water on. When it was warm enough, she took off her pj's, grabbed a washcloth and climbed into the shower. She turned around to get herself all wet. Stopping with her back to the water, she leaned against the shower wall. She stared at the back corner of the shower wall and zoned out. The doctor's voice floated to the top of her mind. …if you close your eyes and think of a happy emotional event that you shared, her face will appear to you… Her eyes closed of their own accord and she started to think about their very last birthday. The one where they got the news her first album went platinum. Her mom was holding her in a hug after telling her the news. She could even smell her perfume. …you know that you made it and are in it for the long haul when your fifth album goes platinum sweetie… She could still feel the ghost of her arms around her still. With out thinking about it she started sing I Miss You. Her dad was walking by the bathroom when he heard the hunting melody float through the door. He stopped and listen for a few seconds. …I miss her too bud… When she was done, she wiped at her eyes, turn around and hung her head in the water. As the water started to pull her hair down in a veil around her face, she couldn't tell the difference between the water or her tears. Even though there where no wounds on her body, there was a big one on her heart. And this one didn't bleed blood. This one bled tears. After about five minutes she was able to pull herself back together and washed last night off of her. Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed a towel, dried off, put on her bathrobe, combed out her hair and sighed. Time to start another day.