Tonight the dreams were welcome. They were a welcome distraction from the pain. I would let them come.
~DREAM~
"Lexi! Come on darling!" I moan and roll over taking the covers with me. My mother shakes me more urgently now. "What?" I ask groggily, not bothering to open my eyes. "You need to get up now. We are leaving," comes the soft whisper of a reply. At this I snapped open my eyes and stare at her. "Leaving? Where?" My mother shakes her head and looks frantically at the door. I slide out of bed and ym mother tosses me one of my warmest coats. "I don't have time to change?" "No!" she fiercely whispers. Shrugging into the coat, I watch my mother as she opens my second story window and motions for me to jump out. I have no idea what we were doing but I know I can trust her so I do as she says and jump out. I land on my feet in a crouch; a soft thud behind me lets me know that mother is behind. She turns me around and I am face to face with her. Bright, kind green eyes, to fiery young emerald ones. She kisses me on the forehead, slips something into my balled up hand, then whispers,"I love you so much! Remember this night. Remember that it is never okay to turn and run the other way when people you love are at stake." I am confused, but before I can say anything she has pushed me out of the bushes and motioning for me to run. As I run, I look back in time to see her climbing back into the window and locking it. My next thought is, "where do I run?" I have no time to think before I hear a scream, then a bang. I realize it came from the front of the house, where the windows are all open. I briefly remember what my mother said and decide to go back for her. Changing course, I sprint through the ig oak doors of our manor. I hear a thud coming from the left hallway and quietly tiptoe down. What is waiting for me is worse than I can have even dreamed. There is my mother, a large red stain, spreading over the chest of her nightgown, my father, a faraway look plastered on his face as he stared at her. A glimmer of a smile flicks across his face. ,y mother turns to look at me and her eyes widen. She seems to be telling me to…leave? But what about what she said not three minutes ago? Suddenly, father looks at me with a creepy smile on his face. His left hand raises and too late I see a pistol. A white hot pain explodes in my abdomen and I fall. Father slowly walks towards me….
~END OF DREAM~