Sweet Dreams

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~5 months later~

            I walk up to the sound of thunder. I breathe fast and try to stay calm. I don’t know where I am and each passing second is causing me to freak out even more. I hear thunder and see the lightning flash. Then I see him, standing in front of me.

“Amelia? Amelia, wake up.” Jake says.

I stare at him in disbelief.

“Jake? Jake!” I scream with tears streaming down my face.

He reaches out to me but he quickly fades.

“No you can’t leave me!! Not again!!” I yell at nothing.

I feel myself being shaken by someone.

“Wake up Amelia!” the person says.

I open my eyes and look straight at Dakota.

“Em? Em are you ok?” He asks in concern.

I can still hear the distant sound of the thunder and the fading light of the lightning. As I look around the room I don’t see Jake anywhere.

“H-He was h-here…” I stutter.

He looks at weirdly. “Who was here?” he asks me gently.

“J-Jake. H-He was standing r-right t-there.” I lift my arm shakily and point across my room. Dakota follows my gaze and looks at the spot I point to.

“Em, no one is there…” he says calmly and slowly.

I look frantically all over the room, trying to find some kind of sign that Jake was still there.

“Amelia, look at me.” Dakota demands.

I don’t. I get up and start opening my closet and then the bathroom door.

“Jake! Jake come back please please!” I plead at nothing.

Dakota comes up behind me and grabs my arm gently and pulls me away from the door.

“Amelia, he’s gone. What’s wrong?” He asks.

Then, all at once, the painful memories come back.

The storm, the tree, the crash.

“D-Dakota…I-I’m..” I say before I chock up with tears.

He picks me up and takes me down to my brother.

“Oliver?”  He says sweetly.

Oliver comes up behind us and says, “What’s wrong? Is she ok?”

Dakota turns to him and Oliver’s eyes widen as he sees me shaking in Dakota’s arms with tears pouring down my face.

“Amelia, what happened?” he asks me.

“J-Jake w-was in m-my room.” I manage to get out.

Oliver looks at Dakota, then back at me.

“Here Em, lets go get your medicine.” Oliver says calmly, for he knows that I will refuse to take it.

“No Oliver! No!” I scream.

I hear him sigh and he then says, “Dakota hold her down.”

I instantly start to squirm out of Dakota’s arms and try my best to escape, but due to me being so scared and shaky, I fell at the bottom of the steps.

Dakota picks me up gently and holds me in his arms.

“Shhh Amelia, I got you, your safe.” He whispers in my ear.

I shake in terror and fear.

Dakota gently lays me on the couch and I weakly try to push him away.

He pins my arms down gently while Oliver gets my pills.

I shake my head, trying to avoid it.

“Amelia please.” Oliver says, slightly annoyed.

“N-No! I’m not t-taking it!” I yell hysterically.

Oliver sighs and says to me, “It will help with the delusions.”

Delusions?! What the heck!? Does he think I’m going crazy?

“Oliver it was a d-dream, not a vision!” I say angrily.

I hear footsteps coming from my room and I instantly push Dakota with all my strength and run to my room.

“Dakota grab her!” I hear Oliver yell at Dakota.

I push open my door and see a figure standing there.

“Ja-“ I start before I feel a hand go over my eyes and mouth.

I kick and scream with all the strength I have left.

I am being lifted up and taken somewhere.

The person lets go of my mouth and eyes, just to stuff the pills in my mouth.

I try to spit them out but Oliver slams his hand over my mouth quickly.

“Please Em, just take it…” He says, obviously ashamed of what he has done.

I obey and swallow against my better judgment.

The room is still. The boys refuse to move.

I begin to grow tired and weak, my mind is going numb.

Oliver carries my up to my room and lays me down gently.

He tucks me in and strokes my face saying, “I’m sorry sissy, I just did this to help you.”

I tear up an nod, incapable for words.

I walks slowly out of my room, leaving me there numb minded.

As I begin to drift off, my door opens once more.

The person walks towards me and kneels by me.

I force myself to open my eyes, for my eyes have grown heavy.

As I try, the person grabs a hold of my hand.

I internally battle with myself to open my damn eyes.

“I’m sorry Amelia…I’m sorry for leaving you.”

That voice.

No it can’t be. No.

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