The dream comes again the next night and every night for weeks after. I know it was my fault. Everybody died because of me.
A month later, I woke up crying.
"Drew, are you okay?" Lacy stood over me. "You were saying, 'it was me, it was me'." My eyes widened-I had started talking in my sleep. Someone, soon, was going to find out. "Oh gods, your eyes are all red! Let me get you a cucumber cloth." Lacy whispered soothingly. Suddenly I felt horrible for being such a bitch to her. Here Lacy was, a girl I had been nothing but mean to, giving me a mini spa treatment so nobody else would know I was crying.
Laying the cool cloth over my eyes, she murmured, "Just calm down. It will be okay. Shh...shh...it was just a bad dream," but that just made me feel worse, and I broke down again.
No, I scolded myself. You cannot cry. You are strong. Breathing yoga fire breaths, I slowly stopped sobbing, Lacy rubbing my back. Peeling away the cucumber cloth, Lacy smiled at me. "It's four in the morning. You should sleep. When you wake up, you won't even remember it."
But I will remember. I will remember forever. I will never forget what I did, or the consequences I had to pay-that I have and will have to pay every day of my life.
A/N: Just a reminder, these are probably going to be very short as I have another fanfiction I'm writing (Sisters at Heart) that is priority. This will probably just be a little fun project on the side.