Chapter Eighty Four

I woke up with a start, gasping for breath.

In the bed next to mine, Isabelle marked her book and glanced over curiously. "What's wrong?" she asked.

I looked at her with bewilderment. What?...

As it dawned to me, I hung my head in my hands. "It was just a dream," I whispered.

"What happened?" Isabelle asked. "Let me guess, I was in it. I did something stupid, didn't I? Like rollerblading through school naked?"

"You could say that," I said quietly, thinking about her betrayal.

I sighed. "I just…I can't believe that it was all a dream," I said, shaking my head. "It felt so real. I didn't want it to end." Despite what happened with Isabelle, I still wanted to stay. With the Doctor, and Loki, and all of my friends.

"Good dream?" Isabelle asked.

I thought of the things I've seen. Of the lives I've took, of the pain it caused me.

"No." I said. "I never said that."

...

Isabelle always woke up early. Our foster parents didn't give a shit, anyway. She would wake up early, pack our lunches, make sure we had all of our homework, and then read. She could never sleep, so why not?

When that was done, we all piled into the car. There was Isabelle, me, Jacob and Emma, Toby, and Jamie. We dropped Jamie and Toby off at elementary school. Jamie was a six year old girl, who had an affinity for dead things. She was in Kindergarten. Toby was a boy who was obsessed with vehicles. Cars, trains, planes, anything. He was in third grade. Jacob and Emma were twins, both eleven, in sixth grade. We dropped them off at middle school. Emma loved to read and Jacob loved to draw. Then Isabelle and I were off to high school. Isabelle was a year older, so while I was a sophomore, she was a junior.

I didn't really know how to react to her. She seemed normal, but I just had a dream where she went crazy and tried to take over the world. Maybe my subconscious was trying to tell me something?...

I would have to keep an eye on her.

...

It was weird. Staring in the mirror. In the dream, I had gotten so used to my twenty two year old face. But now, staring back at me was my younger, fifteen year old one. The one that I started the story with.

Except a little different. There was a sadness overshadowing the girl's face. That was new.

...

I drifted through the entire day, with the same expression on my face. It was like I was just…there. I wasn't actually taking anything in. I didn't pay attention in class. I sort of just looked down at my desk. I was too sad to do anything.

It was so sad, and so boring. So I would close my eyes. And then I was on the moon, with the Doctor and Harry. I was on Asgard, playing with Thor and Loki. I could close my eyes, and return to this dream that stayed so vivid in my mind.

But I knew that it was only a matter of time before it would fade.

"Rissa? Rissa?" I heard someone call my name. It sounded like Loki.

I opened my eyes and looked around the classroom. The teacher was still droning on about math, or history, or whatever class this was. No one had called my name.

Great. I was so sad, that I was mixing up my dream with the present.

As I left the class, I could almost see Loki behind me, running after me shouting, "Rissa!" only to be swallowed by the sea of students.

I had to leave that dream behind.

...

So...it seems that there's a Teen Wolf episode named The Girl Who Knew Too Much...oops. Oh well. I'm not changing this name, it fits the story too well, and I came up with the title before Season 3 of Teen Wolf came out, which I only just caught up on. If none of you watch Teen Wolf, GO WATCH IT! Holy shit, it's amazing.

Anyway, good night everyone.

Sweet dreams. ;)