So the last chapter didn't get a lot of reviews, which made me consider not continuing this story, but then I decided that I write because I want to put my ideas out there, not because I want to get someone's approval, so even though getting more reviews would be nice and it would definitely encourage me to update faster and write more, I'm not going to stop writing this story.
'The creepy thing is that in the picture I'm sitting on the ground in the exact place I was standing in my dream and I remember holding a book in my dream too. Is it possible that the dream wasn't a dream after all, but a memory?'
Chapter 3: Dr. Sullivan
I hide the picture in my pillow case. I want to show it to the girls and Toby, I really do, but I just want to figure this out first. It's getting late and if my dreams really are memories, then maybe sleeping would help. So with that thought I lay down in my bed and close my eyes.
***Dream***
I'm standing in Ally's backyard.
"What are you doing?!"A familiar girl's voice yells in panic. That voice is Ally's
"Stop!" She yells. I start running towards her to help her, but our eyes meet and the dark figure next to her raises his shovel into the air. Suddenly it's like my whole world stops, I stop in my tracks only one foot away from where I was first standing.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" There's scream and I think it was both mine and Ally's. I'm not sure what happens next, all I know is that the shovel falls to the ground and the only thought going through my head is 'Save her, save her, save her, do SOMETHING!' but I don't move. I keep on staring in front of me even though I don't actually see anything there. The next thing I know the dark figure that's not Ally is standing in front of me and saying something, but I don't react. Finally he gives up and throws something by my feet. He leaves and I look down only to see a familiar looking book. I pick it up with shaky hands. I feel numb, I'm not even really sure what's going on around me anymore. I sit down on the ground, pull my knees against my chest and hug them with one arm while holing the book with the other. I open the book and start reading the sentences I haven't seen in a long time now.
***End Of Dream***
***Week 1, Day 4***
I wake up and see that the sun is just beginning to rise. Those dreams or memories or whatever they are are so weird. In my dream I was there when Alison was murdered, but that couldn't have actually happened, right? I have to talk to someone about this... and I know just the person for that.
"Hey Spence." Toby says as soon as he opens the door to his loft.
"Hey, can I talk to you?" I ask walking inside
"Of course." He says and we both sit down on the couch. I don't think that I'm ready to tell him about the picture, but maybe I could tell him some of it.
"I've been having those really weird nightmares lately and I know this will sound stupid, but I'm starting to think that it might be memories." I blurt out.
"If they were memories don't you think you'd know that?" He asks.
"… I guess." I say. That's the problem, I don't remember them and looking at that picture makes me think that I should, but I can't tell him that.
"What are the nightmares about?" He asks. I hesitate before answering him.
"Ally." I finally say.
"What about her?" He asks.
"I'm not really sure." I lie. I hate laying to him, but how am I supposed to explain that I think I might've seen Alison get murdered?
"Just don't worry about it, they're just dreams." He says kissing my head.
"I might feel better if I got more of those kisses of yours." I say with a smirk. He chuckles and kisses me on the lips. He runs his hand through my hair while mine grabs the back of his shirt. We lay down on his couch, our lips never breaking contact.
"I'm home." I say closing the door behind me.
"Spencer, look who's back." My mom says. Melissa walks up behind her.
"Melissa. I thought you had a job." I say confused.
"I'm on vacation, so I'm going to stay here for a few weeks." She says.
"I have to go back to the office, my new client will be there soon. I'll be back in a few hours." Mom says walking out the door.
"So what have you been up to?" Melissa asks casually.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." I say and walk up the stairs and into my room without taking a second glance at her. Just great, like I need her playing big sister now. For some reason whenever she comes around she brings some kind of trouble with her. My phone beeps, I look at the new message.
'You want to know what you were doing that night? I'll help you, all I want in return is for you to get that video of Hanna's mom running over detective Wilden with her car.
-A'
What? There's no way I'm stealing that video, Hanna's my friend I wouldn't just betray her like that, it's not worth it, besides this whole thing is probably just A messing with me again. My phone beeps again. It's from Aria.
'SOS'
"What happened?" I ask walking inside Aria's room. The other girls are already here.
"I ruined my mom's relationship." She says looking at the wall.
"How?" I ask sitting down on the bed next to her.
"Does it matter? I'm a horrible person who screwed up her mother's life." She says putting her head in her hands.
"Does your mom know it was you?" Emily asks.
"Yes she knows and so does my dad." She says.
"Did you tell them why you did it?" Hanna asks.
"I told them I wanted for them to get back together. That's what A told me to tell them" She says.
"Aria, it's not your fault, you didn't have a choice." I say trying to comfort her.
"My parents don't know that. I'm just so sick of A, when is this nightmare going to finally end?" She asks. A felling of guilt comes over me, what if this is my fault? If I was really there that night then maybe I could've stopped all of this before it even began?
It's late and I'm getting ready to go to bed, sleeping is something I'm not looking forward too. Poor Aria, once again A succeeded in making her life miserable, she was so upset. My phone beeps, I look at it and gasp. It's a picture of Alison's back yard, the scene looks exactly like the one I've been dreaming only it's from a different angle, there's a girl that looks like me and there's a guy standing in front of her, but he's photo shopped so that his figure would be blurry. There's a message under the picture.
'You sure you don't want a little help? You'll come around. I know you will.
-A'
So what I've been dreaming really is real. Why don't I remember this? An idea comes to me, maybe Dr. Sullivan could help me? Maybe she'd explain how is it possible that I was somewhere and don't remember it. I'll see her tomorrow, but tonight, no matter how much I don't want to, I have to go to sleep, so I lay down in my bed and close my eyes.
***Dream***
I'm standing in Alison's room.
"Hello Spencer." A familiar voice says from behind me, I turn around only to see Alison standing there. There's no mask, no red coat, just Alison.
"Alison." I breathe.
"Why?" She asks, her accusing eyes glaring into mine.
"Why what?" I ask confused.
"Was it because I was such a bad friend? Because I was threatening to tell Melissa about you and Ian?" She asks in a hurt voice.
"I-I don't understand." I say.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE ME?!" She yells.
"I… Alison I didn't… I wasn't…" I try to figure out what to say.
"You're red coat." She says.
"No, I'm not." I say.
"Yes, you are. Look at yourself." She says and I do. I gasp when I see that I'm wearing a red coat.
"No, no, no, no." I say shaking my head.
"You need help, you should've just stayed in that mental hospital." She says.
"That's not true. I'm being framed, I'm not red coat." I say desperately.
"Spencer, You created all of this. It's you. It's all you." She says. I open my mouth to deny it again, buts stop when I see that Alison's holding a book.
"If what I'm saying isn't true then explain this." She says showing me the book.
"I've never seen this book before in my life." I say.
"Haven't you? It's yours." She says and throws it at me. I try to catch it, but to my surprise what I end up holding in my hands isn't a book, but a shovel. A bloody shovel. The back of Alison's head starts bleeding.
"Ally you're bleeding!" I yell in panic.
"You did this!" She yells and falls to the ground.
***End Of Dream***
***Week 1, Day 5***
"Thank you for seeing me." I tell Dr. Sullivan.
"Of course, even though you're not my patient anymore I still care about you." She says. I sit down on the couch.
"I wanted to talk about these dreams I've been having." I start.
"Are they nightmares?" She asks.
"Yes. The thing is that I've been dreaming the same thing only every time the dream seems to be a little bit clearer or there are some new details and… well I have a reason to believe that what I'm dreaming actually happened, but the problem is that I don't remember that." I say.
"Well it would be a lot easier for me to help you more if you actually told me what the dream is about." She says.
"I can't do that." I say.
"Well, would you say that what you're dreaming would be a traumatic experience?" She asks.
"Yeah." I say.
"Sometimes when a person is faced with something very traumatic, the mind can block those memories, it's our way of protecting ourselves." She says.
"But wouldn't that make me insane?" I ask.
"No, I think that you're subconsciously trying to protect yourself, because you're not ready to deal with what happened." She says.
"Well, how do I remember?" I ask.
"My advice is to stop trying to force it, if you're slowly remembering it in your dreams, then something must've triggered those memories, since you're already remembering you should just stop trying to remember and instead except that you'll remember when you're ready to. Get out of town for the weekend, go on vacation, just let all of your worries go and the memories will come back. What you're looking for is already somewhere inside of you." She says.
"So what you're saying is that I should just relax?" I ask.
"Exactly." She agrees.
"Okay, thank you." I say.
As soon as I walk out of Dr. Sullivan's office I take out my phone and dial a familiar number. I'm going to do what Dr. Sullivan told me to do and I defiantly won't give into A.
"Hello?" He asks.
"Toby? How would you feel about going on a little trip with me?" I ask.
I'm not really satisfied with the way this chapter turned out, some parts could've been more detailed, but it is the way it is and I'll try to make the next chapter better. Like I said in the beginning of this chapter I'm not going to stop writing just because I don't get reviews, because I love writing, but reviews would make me really, really happy, so if you're reading this story and you like it then please take the time to review. I haven't even started the next chapter yet, but I'll try to write and post it soon.
