A Forgotten Past
APOV
I let myself rest on Aiden's hard chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, and kissed the top of my head. It was impossible not to want to just stay like this forever. I looked up at him. His eyes softened, and bore into mine. "Love? I need to tell you something." He said his voice almost a whisper.
My head tilted to the side slightly, and I nodded. "Anything. Are you alright?" I asked, my voice light with curiosity.
"I'm going away for a little while." He said, and his jaw hardened. "Mom and Dad are sending me my grandparent's house. It should be for just the summer, but I may stay a little longer than that." He took hold of my chin, and lifted it up until our eyes met.
Tears leaked out of my eyes, and he brushed them away with his finger. My voice faltered as I tried to form words with the lips of mine that felt blank. "No." I finally managed. "You're… leaving?" I shook my head, trying to convince myself that this was just a nightmare, and any minute I was going to hear the shrill noise of my alarm clock in my ear. I looked down, and let my head fall from his grasp.
"Mary," He said, and held me tight against him. "You know my love for you will never end. This isn't my choice, but it is going to be best for everyone. Except you and I," he blew out a breath, and tears continued to fall out of my eyes.
"Don't leave me." I whispered against his chest. Aiden took my hand, and stood up. The carpet of his room squished under my toes. I looked away from his face, and the eyes that looked so intensely into mine. I couldn't understand why this was happening to me. We had it perfect. Aiden was the perfect boyfriend, and as far as I could see, I had the perfect life. This wasn't happening.
I took my hand away from his, and, blinded by tears, darted out of his room. I tore down the stairs, and blew past a bewildered Mrs. Parker. She looked on after me as I ran down the street. I didn't know where I was headed yet, but I knew home wasn't a good place now. I needed to think. I trudged through the rain as it began to come down hard and fast ontop of my head. I brushed my long, black hair out of my eyes with a deep sigh.
The rain mixed with my teardrops, making it almost impossible to see. I drew a breath, and turned on my heel. "Time to suck it up and go home." I muttered under my breath.
On the point of arriving inside, my mom walked out, concern dripping in her voice as she rambled on about the importance of me being on time, and calling when I was going to be out late. It took her at least five minutes to realize I was even crying, and she then decided to offer her condolences to what she didn't even know was happening, and rushed back into the kitchen as the timer on the oven went off.
I rolled my eyes, and climbed the stairs, suddenly wondering if life could get any worse. My intentions were to call Aiden right as I got into my bedroom, but I couldn't bring myself to dial the number.
It was going to be one of those nights again, I could feel it. That night before I went to bed, something seemed off. It gave me shivers. I tried to convince myself that I was only freaking out because of everything that had happened with Aiden. I planned to call him in the morning, but for now I figured I just needed rest. I pulled back the covers, and slid under the sheets. My eyelids closed almost instantly. They were heavy from the effect of crying all afternoon.
Alice ran through the forest. Her breath was coming short, and she glanced over her shoulder. Speed riveted through her bones, and pushed her harder and harder. Alice danced across the rocks and sticks as if they were made of water. She sprinted past a red bush, and stopped to pause behind a tree, her chest heaving. She glanced around the corner, and a figure jumped out of the shadows at her. Pitch black engulfed her, and she felt a sharp pain in her neck.
I woke up with sweat sticking to my forehead, and my sheets wrapped in knots around my legs. Nightmares like the one I had just experienced were repetitive. I continued to get them, and I still had not figured out the point. I had thought about telling my mother about the dreams, but that just wasn't going to happen anymore. They were too strange.