November:
Grounded, again. It´s Thursday and I wish I could take back my words from what I just said to my mom. But she won't even listen to me it´s all my little sister fault she screams and annoys my mom and then happy when mom yells at me or grounds me, smiles and fly´s away. And it had to be this weekend, the best upcoming party will be celebrated and I could finally celebrate, have some fun and decide if all the past several weeks of smiles and flirting with the most amazing guy could finally sold up to a first kiss.
But no… grounded… stuck with my parents though Saturday night with my whining sister in a house full of estrangers… till Sunday afternoon.
Just turned off the lights and cover up my head with my pillow until sleep creeps under my eyelids and uncuncioness took over.
In my dream I was alone in a dark black room. All of a sudden images filled a wall with a car, my father's BMW, a set of flashing lights in a mirror and an awful high pitched scream.
A strong set of arms shook my shoulders and big arms hugged my motionless body.
"Hush, Bell, Hush." My father whispered in my ear. I hugged him back realizing I had a wet pair of eyes. "It´s not real… just a nightmare." He reassured me. Looking at the clock realizing it was 3 am- I sighed.
"Sorry… I woke you up"
"It´s alright, It´s just as if you were a little child again. You know you can scream really loud. I mean your conversations, I can ignore but your screams-" he toured off the lights "So do you want to talk about it?"
"Dad, I´m ok, thanks. I am really tired maybe tomorrow…" I said as a cloud of darkness filled my brain.
"Goodnight then sweetheart"