Gordo's brain shut down. All memories of past personal worries or concernsvanished. It made it difficult to even understand how anyone could ever care about things so frivolous, as he had. He knew that he could die at the minute, and no one would be able to tell the difference. It was as if the blood in his veins came to a chilling stop. His whole body became painfully numb. He couldn't stand up. He couldn't turn the page. Even his eyes were transfixed on jumbled words and phrases. "Miranda18." The pain flooded down to his eyelids. He forced a blink, and a solitary teardrop rolled down his left cheek.
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Gordo awoke the next morning, groggy and disheveled. Just a horrible dream, he thought.
He laid in his bed with his eyes half open for a few minutes, until his mother knocked gently on his bedroom door.
"Come in," he groaned, and rolled the other way to face his mother.
"Good morning, sleepyhead. Did you get a good night's rest?" She spoke softly, like she was talking to a fragile child. A child that looked as though it would shatter into a thousand pieces at any second.
"Not really, but I know you're going to make me wake up anyway. Don't worry, I'll be up in a few minutes." She smiled at his maturity, and was about to close the door, when Gordo spoke up again.
"Hey Mom?"
"Yes?"
"You know, I had this really strange dream last night. I was read---" Just then, the doorbell rang.
"I'm sorry, honey, but can we talk about this later?" Gordo was eager to tell about his dream. His nightmare, to be exact. But he nodded. Late is better than never.
"We're going to IHOP, so dress appropriately." She said with a smile.
He faintly smiled back.
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Gordo finished placing his order. The waitress walked away, and Mr. Gordon spoke up first.
"So, David, did youmake any friends while you were away?" Gordo called his parents occasionally while he was away, to update them on work, but the subject of his personal life never really popped up.
Friends. MirandaLizzie. A sharp, sudden bolt of pain developed in the pit of his stomach. His grin quickly faded away. It was just a dream, though, right? Why am I so worried about all of this? They're sitting at home, waiting for me to talk to them. They probably think I'm ignoring them. I should call them, after breakfast. We could get together, and things'll be great, like they used to be.
Gordo was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he had ignored the question.
"David? Are you feeling okay?" His father sounded concerned.
"Oh. Yeah. I'm fine." He wasn't really fine, but he wasn't ready to admit that to his parents yet. "Mom, you know that dream that I was going to tell you about earlier?"
"Yes?" his mother questioned, in the same concerned voice his father had just used
"Well, see, I was reading these obit---" At that moment, Mr. Gordon's cell phone rang. He reached deep into his pocket and answered it.
"Hello?.okay, I'll be right there."
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[A/N: Sorry it took so long to update, and sorry this chapter is so short. You know what? I don't have any notes. So please, just review. Thanks.]
