A/N:I'm sorta running out of humor to put in these little things……OHHH and I just watched Little Miss Sunshine for the first time today!! Paul Dano was amazing in that movie, his scene when he finds out he's colorblind is AMAZINGGGGGG!! I'm really itchy……maybe I'm allergic to chocolate again; that would suck. Okay I'm done boring you people. Please read and review!!
Disclaimer:Still don't own it, still wishing I did though.
Chapter Eight: When the Day Met the Night
I had woken up that day and I felt sick to my stomach. You know that feeling I guess you can say it's something like déjà vu meets a stomach virus...well that's what I had. And to top it off this nightmare I had was really hitting on my nerves; it was so vivid and creepy I just couldn't forget it.
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I emerged from the tent in my uniform, but without shoes since I had been sleeping while someone else guarded the camp grounds. As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes the strong scent of smoke impaled my nose.
We were being raided; there was no doubt about that. But everything seemed to move in slow motion and I couldn't get my mind to thinking clearly. The trees around me were burning like massive matches, and dead soldiers from both sides littered the leaf strewn ground…
Like magic, I found myself in the middle of my school halls. Class must have been in session seeing as no students were hanging around by their lockers, it was just me and my guidance counselor; she said something to me. I couldn't hear what she said all I could do was read her lips.
I was standing in the middle of a hallway alone, so I let it all out. I cried and cussed, punched the locker behind me, but none of it seemed to calm me. Cathy was standing beside me with her arm draped over my shoulder, rubbing calming circles into my back. She was crying too.
Suddenly the setting changed back to the bloody war. I was walking through the scene dazed. I was there, but I wasn't. I cared that we were being attacked, yet I didn't. I was living, but I felt dead. My mind took me into the clearing just outside our camp grounds. But in no way was my mind ready to comprehend what it saw. A small fire was catching on the leaves from a shattered lantern near the body, illuminating the face.
Sprawled.
Bloody.
Dead.
There was no mistaking the face, the face that was so sensitively drawn. Movie star handsome, with the wheat gold hair…I collapsed to the ground looking to the skies for answers. But remembering that there would be no answers for only a fool speaks to God and expects a reply.
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I was tangled in my sheets, sweat dripping from every pore of my body, shaking like an addict. I was screaming. I was screaming a scream that sounds as if your heart was being cut out of your chest with a carving knife. A scream that signals the end; the end of your life, or the end of anything that ever mattered to you…
Darry came stumbling frantically into my room half asleep. "Ponyboy what's wrong are you alright!?"
I was sitting up as stiff as a board, while silent tears fell down my face. My brain no longer had control of me; either that or I no longer had control of my brain. I couldn't answer; my jaw just hung open welcoming flies.
Time had passed…
Darry had left…
I still didn't move…
It was just a dream. Dreams don't mean nothing. They never have and they never will. It was just a dream. Soda's fine, Sodapop isn't…he can't...he's not… he's fine. He would never leave me; nup it was just a dream. It was just a stupid, vivid dream meant to cripple you with fear.
A/N: I am so sorry it's this short but I feel that if I put what I was going to put in I would ruin the chapter with too much info. Please READ AND REVIEW because it's the only thing really keeping me going on this.