so, new story, i keep making them up. sorry for not updating, but im doing homework most of the times. dedicated to rachy and courtney, they know why :D
i'm waiting for your stories, or at least yours, rachy. have fun reading!
Dreams. Happy little movies playing inside her head while she sleeps. Sometimes they're not so happy, but they always ended well. She knew it was a way to process the events of the day, but even though her days were filled with murder, her dreams always were happy, like herself.
That was, until it happened. Her dreams started to get different after that. Unhappier. Darker. They started to end badly for her. And he was always in them. Her dreams were all about him, they haunted her mind like he did when she was awake. She missed him so badly; everything she saw or heard somehow got connected to him in her mind. And every day in her dreams, she got back to the worst day ever. Not the day she had to testify in the murder of her friends, hell, not even the day her friends got murdered, no, only the day he broke up with her. Every day again, like there was some clue inside. Sometimes the dream was worse; she would hear the words he said over and over again. 'I don't love you! I never loved you!' Sometimes it was better, she would see him telling it while he was about to cry, like he didn't even mean it. She didn't even knew which one was worse, the first made her wake up crying and the second one made her cry later, because she would realize it wasn't really the way it happened. But she did knew which dream hurt the most: the one in which he told her he loved her, that he never meant to break up with her and all sorts of excuses why he did it after that. That made her feel hope, which was destroyed when she woke up. Because he just wasn't there.
But all that didn't matter now. Her life had turned into a mess, and there was no way out of this prison she was in now. It was partly the fault of her co-workers. Even more his fault. But the biggest blame she really had to put on herself. She tried too hard to get him back; she didn't even take care of herself anymore because she followed him. She didn't want to think about it anymore, but she always did. The only thing for her now was going to sleep. So she lay down and closed her eyes. She just hoped she won't experience the thing that became the most painful for her.
Dreams.