"How often do you dream of this boy?" The Therapist, Mister Harper, sat across from me. He was holding a clip board and jotting down notes every so often, even when I wasn't saying anything and I wondered if he ever cared or if he was scribbling down nonsense. He was balding prematurely and had black hair. His eyes were a deep brown and he always looked like he was off into a place far away. We met yesterday, but today is our first actual session. I get a new therapist ever few years because my mom usually disagrees with their diagnoses that there's absolutely nothing wrong with me, so it's always on to the next one.
"Every night." I sighed. I've answered this question too many times to be able to count, and it feels like a chore to answer it now.
"What's his name?" He looked up from his clip board but he still looked uninterested in what I was saying, like he himself was away in a far off land.
"I'm not exactly sure. I can't hear anything that anyone says in the dreams. Yes, there are other people. I'm assuming they're his friends because I see them a lot, it's almost like I'm watching his life. It seems as if he ages as I do, and yes. I do think he's a real person." I explained quickly before he could say anything. I already knew what he was going to ask. He looked baffled by my tiny rant. I shrugged. "Sorry Sir, but I've been through the same questions many times."
"Well, that answered all of my questions for today." I grinned. "I guess you can go now Trinity. I'll talk to you next week." He coughed and took a sip of water as I walked out of his temporary school office and towards my class room.
I opened the door to the room and walked over to my seat, I didn't even bother to look at my teacher as any other late student would. She already knew why I missed half of her class. I sat casually in my seat as I did every Friday morning and quickly jotted down the notes that the teacher had written on the board.
"Hey, Trinity," I heard a whisper from my left; I didn't even need to look over to know it was my best friend Kyla. "Are you coming to the party tonight?" Her smile was broad. I smiled back at her.
"Of course, I mean it's not every day you get invited to one of the parties." The party she meant was, of course, thrown by the one and only Claira Matridge. That one popular girl that every high school has, she throws a party every weekend with alcohol and sometimes even drugs. Only certain people get invited and this time Kyla was lucky, and she begged for Claira to invite me. To everyone's surprise she did.
"Okay, Andrei is going to drive us there and back." She smiled and quickly went back to her work. Andrei was her boyfriend. He's a senior, while Kyla and I were juniors.
The rest of the two classes I had before lunch went by in a blur and before I knew it I was riding my bike down the two blocks to my house. I eat lunch every day at home, with my mom, dad and three year old brother. I stopped in front of our three bedroom, three bathroom house. It was a decent size compared to most houses. We had a basement turned game room, our ground floor had the living room, kitchen, dining room and a bathroom, and the upper level had the bedrooms with two bathrooms.
"I'm home." I sighed while placing my bag in the doorway, along with my shoes.
"So we see." My dad smiled at me. He was tall, balding with grey hair and he had clear blue eyes. I looked a lot like him apparently, although I could never see it. He was sitting in the dining room with my mom, who was feeding my little brother.
"Welcome home Honey." My mother smiled happily at me, her long brown hair tied back into a pony tail. She had a few stray greys mixed in with her dark brown hair, and her eyes were green.
"Trin!" My little brother screeched from his chair. He bounced happily and I smiled at him. He had my moms' eyes and hair, whereas I had my dads'. My dad used to have light brown hair, like I do now.
"What's for lunch?" I sat down across from my brother, with my dad on my right and my mom on my left.
"Soup and sandwiches, just something simple today." My mom laughed a little as she gestured to the food in the kitchen, I stood to grab some and then sat back down. Grilled cheese with canned tomato soup, my moms' favorite when she doesn't feel like cooking. I dipped a corner of the sandwich into the soup and took a large bite, my mom rolled her eyes at how un-lady like I eat, as she does almost every day. My dad let out a small chuckle as he read through the newspaper and my brother slowly ate his soup. This was the basic routine of my lunch.
I let out a small yawn and stretched my arms when I finished eating. "Good eats mom." I grinned. "I'll have to thank the soup company next time I see them." She sent me a quick glare, but my dads' laugh caused her to just smile and shake her head.
"Have a good day at school, and be careful at that party!" My dad warned as I walked out the door. I had texted him in between classes to let him know that I was going right after school.
"Always." I called back right before closing and locking the door. I grabbed my bike and went back to school to meet Kyla in front of our next class.
I stood outside the door leaning against the wall and waiting for her to come around the corner, holding Andrei's hand as she does every day she decides not to skip class, which I'm never sure what days she chooses to go back to Andrei's house with him. The bell rang and other students started showing up, including Claira. She gave me a brief glare and it looked as if she wanted to say something to me. I was sure it would be something along the lines of ''You aren't invited to my party anymore. I couldn't care less about what your friend wants.'' But instead she just stands there, waiting for our teacher to show up.
The teacher, who manages to always be late, finally shows up and unlocks the door. She was apologizing constantly until everyone sat down and she let out a big sigh. Claira was sitting on my left and Kyla would have been sitting on my right if she had ended up showing up to class. Claira glared over at me again and I let out a small sigh.
"What?" I ask, looking over at her as politely as I could. I would have been lying if I had said that I liked her. The only reason I agreed to go to her party is because of Kyla.
"I only invited you because your friend is dating my brother. Remember that." She spat out before glaring at me once more then turning to listen to the teachers lecture on Shakespeare. I rolled my eyes and took a paper out of my bag. I started doodling as I did every English class.
Kyla eventually came into class. She quickly apologized to the teacher and handed her what I assumed to be a fake note. She turned to me and smiled before practically galloping over to her seat and sitting next to me.
"Hey." She said casually, as if she hadn't just been at Andrei's house alone with him for all of lunch.
"Hey." I laughed slightly before rolling my eyes and sitting back. She leaned over to look at my desk and I looked down to see that she was studying my drawing.
"Who's that? He's kinda cute." She nudged me with her elbow and I let out another laugh.
"I don't know who exactly he is." I muttered as I studied the picture I drew. It was of the boy I had always been having dreams of. His eyes were cobalt and his hair jet black, and always spiked up.
"Oh, it's him, isn't it?" She grabbed the paper and looked at it; she seemed to be studying the picture hard.
"Well, I can see why you would be dreaming about him. Man, I wish that I was the one dreaming of this guy all the time." She laughed. "I'm so jealous right now." She smiled and handed the picture back to me. I rolled my eyes but smiled at her none the less.
"Ladies." The teacher scolded us. We both stopped talking and turned to take down notes. She soon handed out a project for us to do over the weekend and I rolled my eyes.
"Miss!" Claira's hand shot up. "I can't do this assignment this weekend; I have family matters to deal with." She smiled at the teacher sweetly and one word popped out of my mouth, luckily quiet enough that only Claira and Kyla heard it.
"Liar." Claira turned and sent me the nastiest glare while Kylas eyes widened to about twice their regular size. Not that I really meant to say it.
The bell rang signifying the end of the school day and I swiftly stood before I would have to get an earful from Claira. Kyla followed me and as soon as we got out of the classroom she let out a small laugh.
"Aw man. I can't believe you said that." She shook her head.
"Kyla!" Andrei called out from behind us. Kyla turned and smiled at him as he grabbed her hand and continued walking forward with us.
"Andrei, you would not believe what Trinity just said to your sister." She was still laughing slightly over it and I rolled my eyes; I seemed to be doing that quite a bit today.
"What'd she say?" He questioned her, looking over at me.
"Nothing." I interjected before Kyla could say anything to him. "When did the party start again?"
"As soon as we get there." Andrei grinned and pulled Kyla off at almost top speed. I jogged after him and let out a sigh at how childish he was. Then again it made him fit in perfectly with Kyla and me.
We got into his car and as soon as it turned on the radio started blasting, canceling out any chance of conversation. We made a quick pit stop at Kylas' house so she could grab some stuff to do her make-up and hair in the car on the way to the party. I could care less about what I looked like. My hair was always pin straight and I never wore make up. I was wearing skinny jeans and a black, tight, boat neck tee shirt.
By the time we got to the party it was starting to get dark and there were already people everywhere. When Andrei shut off the radio I could hear that there was music blasting from the house. We all stepped out of the car, Andrei and Kyla obviously comfortable in this environment while I felt like a single dandelion in an otherwise perfectly cared for lawn. I found myself wanting to go home already.
"Kyla, I have to get home before nine, 'kay?" I gently grabbed onto her arm, half hiding behind her. My shyness was kicking in. She nodded.
"Right, I'll get Andrei to drive us home at eight." She smiled at me. I'm glad she understood, though she obviously saw through my lie she still got that I wanted to get home a.s.a.p. and she accepted it without complaining. I smiled and glanced at my watch, 4:30. Just three and a half more hours till I get to leave. Andrei and Kyla confidently walked inside and I quietly followed them, we ended up at the refreshments table. As far as I could tell it was all alcoholic and Andrei poured a glass for himself. I frowned at him, seeing as he was supposed to be driving us home.
"Kyla, I'm going to go sit outside till we're going." I murmured and turned around. I immediately bumped into a guy in my French class, who was obviously already drunk.
"Oof.. Hey Trin." He spoke with a small slur and he wobbled slightly. "What are you doing here? You want me to get you a drink?" He grinned broadly at me and tried to put his arm around my shoulders. I ducked under his arm and turned to the door, I walked quickly outside as he stared after me.
I sat on the front steps and as soon as I took a breath of fresh hair I realized just how much the house smelled like booze and weed. I brought my knees up and rested my head on them. I thought of the guy I've been having dreams about.
"If only I knew his name." I murmured as I brought my arms up to rest my head on them instead of my knees. I let out a long sigh and continued thinking of all the things I've seen this boy experience. He had a tail that was removed multiple times, he doesn't have it anymore. He's fought plenty of aliens, dinosaurs, people… you name it. He's seen a dragon, he's been very hurt plenty of times. He seems to be un-kill able. I smiled and thought of his friends. The older blue haired girl, a perverted old man, a bald boy that seems about his age, a pig and a floating cat, an older long haired boy. I wished I was like him, I envied him.
"Triny~" I hear Kyla call from inside. She wobbled out and plopped down beside me. "Hey, come have some fun!" She giggled and hiccupped. "You've been out here foreverrr"
"Kyla, you're drunk." I stated blandly, sighing.
"Yeah, and you're sober. Now that's a problem we gotta fix!" She giggled and stood back up.
"No, Kyla. I think it's time Andrei drove us home. It's been…" I glanced at my watch. "Two hours." I frowned as she glared at me.
"Fine." She pouted. "I'll go get Andrei." She skipped back inside and re appeared with an equally drunk Andrei. I frowned.
"I'm not driving with you two, I'll call my dad." I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed my dad's number.
"Okay, whatever. Let's go Kyaaaa." His speech was slurred as he walked over to his car. I watched them as they drove off and I found myself getting more and more concerned for them by the minute.
It's now been an hour since I called my dad and he still isn't here. I crossed my arms, paced and furrowed my brows.
"He should be here by now…" I muttered and pulled out my cell phone to call him again. The phone rang for a moment before an unfamiliar voice picked up the phone.
"Hello?" It asked curiously. I frowned at the voice, looked at the screen of my phone to make sure I had the right number and then placed the phone back on my ear.
"Um, hi. Who is this?" I demanded.
"This is a nurse at Union Hospital, may I ask who you are." My breath caught in my throat.
"I'm Trinity, Pauls daughter." I managed to choke out. I heard her sigh.
"Well, Trinity. I'm sad to tell you this, but your dad has been in a car accident." She sounded sad, but I could tell it was an act.
"What?" I felt tears coming to my eyes. "Is he okay?" I had to squeeze my eyes shut to keep them locked in.
"I'm afraid not. Hun, I'm sorry but I can't disclose this information over the phone, I've already said too much… "A lump grew in my throat as I heard the phone hang up. He wasn't okay, I knew he wasn't okay. I dialed my mom's number as fast as I could, tears welling in my eyes.