Nightmares

She sat there secluded from the world outside, sitting in her dark room listening to her music. Music she was hoping would block out the screaming in the other room. Screaming more like dying as she knew it. This only happened almost everyday. So she had grown accustom to it. This time bugged her more then ever. This time they weren't just fighting they were fighting over her. There last possession to fight over. Then suddenly the fighting stopped and she could here the aftermath of this fight. Her own crying. She knew they were going to ask her again "Who would you rather live with honey, Mommy or Daddy?" She knew that she could never answer so she went back to other thoughts. Thoughts of dying, living, happier places. How long does this have to last was all that she could really think about. Then the phone rang. She knew that her parents wouldn't answer it. She picked it up and her hopes were lifted. It was Jeck her girlfriend. "Hi is Krystal there?" was all that got through before her mom picked up the phone and said that she couldn't talk. Great another day in my life has been completely trashed was all that Krystal could think or rather fall to her knees and cry about. Never would you catch her praying to a god that never came thorough. Right at that moment she was praying to the goddess Aries who never stopped amazing her. All Krystal wanted was one good day in her life. She fell asleep crying. Not knowing that the dream world she wanted to live in might never grant her a day. She woke up startled scared and out of breathe once again. Then came the nausea she jumped up and ran as fast as she could barely make it on time as she got sick. Thinking about that blood all that blood. There was nothing she could do about it though. She dreamt like this every night now. She knew not to ignore things like this but who was she supposed to tell that wouldn't freak out. She knew that Jeck probably wouldn't. But she was to scared, afraid, worried, and many other words to confess what happened in all these dreams to Jeck. How could she tell someone she cared so much about, about these horrific dreams that attacked her soul, spirit, and health every night? To add on to all these bad dreams, she realized that she was running late for school and that her parents were at it again. Screaming and fighting over who was getting there beloved daughter. If they thought that this would be better for Krystal they were wrong this just made her nightmares worse and the stress of life ten time harder to carry on her shoulders. By the time Krystal got to school 1st period had already started and Krystal looked like she had just walked out of a tornado. Her hair was a mess, her outfit was wrinkled, and her day-old make-up was smudged out of control. She walked into 1st period Social Studies and immediately got sent to guidance. She walked through the door and immediately was drown in questions. Questions she was used to answering for the five guidance consolers. After a while of there questioning she just zoned out and stopped answering there questions. People wondered why she was failing some of her classes. It was because she was always being questioned and was always in the guidance office. Krystal basically zoned for the rest of the day well at least until lunch. At lunch she barely touched her food and was sulking worse then ever. At least that is what everyone thought. She was really thinking about her nightmares and what they meant. She was always the one people were asking questions to about there dreams, but now she was the one having trouble figuring out her own dreams. After lunch Jeck told her to meet her at her locker at 3 o'clock or just after school. Krystal agreed and just walked in a kind of trance up to the 2nd half of lunch study ready to daze through the rest of the day. At 3 Krystal meet Jeck at her locker. Jeck had that worried lover look on that snapped Krystal quickly out of her trance she had been in all day.

"What's wrong?" was all Jeck had to ask before Krystal broke down in her arms. Sobbing barely able to control herself Krystal told Jeck how her parents had gotten worse, guidance wouldn't leave her alone, and that she was having nightmares again. Jeck knew that the nightmares were bad from the times she had slept over and she also knew not to pry for answers or explanations. Jeck dropped it at that and kissed and hugged Krystal and then they both went there separate ways to there buses to go home. Jeck and Krystal both had reasons not to want to go home but they forced each other through everyday knowing that eventually everything would get better. When Krystal got home her parents were waiting for her at the kitchen table. They were ready to ask her "the question" once again. This time they were both eager like they had to know right away. Krystal answer was the same as usual "I don't know". This time they told her that if she didn't pick an answer soon then they were going to have to take this to a court and then she wouldn't have a choice anymore. They ate dinner in silence that night. Every time that the phone rang Krystals heart would skip a beat hoping that it was Jeck calling her to save the day. Jeck did call but her dad made an excuse because he was upset she hadn't made a decision yet. That night sleep came easily like someone had drugged her but the nightmares came on more brutal and vivid.

The nightmares were like living breathing things. When Krystal woke up in the morning her back, legs, ribs and any other part that might have suffered damage in her nightmares hurt like hell. This time the nightmare wasn't about her friends and family dying it was about her death and it was in vivid detail. Details she was going to tell Jeck. Eventually.