Chapter 8
"Um…" Tylor said, uncertainly. But that was all that was needed to set me off.
"No! You've gotta believe me!" I screamed into the phone.
"I – I – you – it's just – really hard to believe," Tylor stuttered, I kinda felt sorry for the guy, he'd never heard me this angry. But I had to make him believe me.
"I swear I'm telling the truth!" I yelled again.
"Ok, ok, ok!" He said. I still wasn't convinced that he believed me.
"I can – I can prove it to you!"
"Really? Good, 'cause I'm in need of some really good proof right about now," Tylor said.
"Ok…" Great, what'd I gotten into? How in the world was I gonna prove to Tylor that I was actually daydreaming in other worlds? It's not like I can actually show Avian to him…
"Wait! That's it!" I said aloud.
"What? What's it?"
"I know how I'm gonna prove it to you! When's the soonest you can be over here?" I asked him.
"I don't know… like, gimme 'til one o'clock, after lunch. That alright?" Tylor asked. He probably thought I was gonna freak out again.
"Yes! That's great! I'll see you then, bye!"
"Ok, later then," He hung up.
Now I know how Avian felt when I wouldn't believe him, I thought.
In the hours before Tylor arrived, I didn't do much. I basically laid on my bed, careful not to hit my arm, because it still kinda hurt, and listened to music. Tylor turned up right at one, like he said he would. Of course, it probably wouldn't have been particularly easy to accidentally late. Tylor just lived in the apartment building that was across the street from mine.
"Hey," He said as he entered my room.
"Hi! Ok, I'm sure you'll believe me after this," Then, I took my sketches of Avian down from my bulletin board and handed them to Tylor.
"Wow, these are really good, Kiera," Tylor said, in awe as he looked at the drawings.
"That's exactly my point!" I exclaimed.
"So you're an awesome drawer, what's that got to do with the fox-dream? How is this supposed to be proof?" He asked me.
"Dude, I cannot draw that good! I drew those while I was daydreaming. That's Avian right there, the fox, of course. See how much detail is in it? I'd never, ever have been able to do that normally! These dreams have to be real!" I explained. I tried to put as much emphasis into my voice as possible.
Tylor still had an uncertain look on his face. Great, if this doesn't prove it to him, then nothing will! I thought.
"And look at this!" I took my jacket off and showed him the stitches on my arm, "The doctor said that this could only have been caused by some type of dog. A fox is a type of dog."
Finally, Tylor looked somewhat convinced.
"Holy cow! He did that to you? Why?" Tylor asked.
"Because I wouldn't believe him; he had to prove to me that he was real, so he attacked me, and that was in the daydream, remember, and the cut was there when the daydream was over," I explained.
"So, what does this mean, then? You're seeing into other worlds; people are gonna think you're totally mad!" Tylor examined.
"Well, people aren't gonna know, are they? We'll just keep this a secret for now, between you and me. In the mean time, I should try 'n' find out why Avian told me all this stuff," I said.
"Yeah, ok, cool," he said.
"So… you wanna stay for dinner?" I asked him, putting my jacket back on.