Dreams can teach lessons.

Amber is at her boyfriend George's party. People call her Slut, Bitch, Alcoholic and druggie, but does she care? Her mother died and she chose the wrong path, now she is faced with a decision.
Choose to carry on the life she lives or live the life she was meant to have.

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2. Door 1.

 

I stood at the bottom of a tall hill, covered in purple flowers. Horses ran in the distance, the sun shone brightly reflecting on a lake. At the top of the hill stood a tall tree and from what I could make out was a table sitting underneath it. The Good version of me walked up the hill. “Come on.” I looked at my clothes, I was in a red nightgown, covered in pink hearts and it only came to my knees. I followed her, my bare feet feeling the crisp grass.

I reached the top to find a little blonde haired girl sitting at the table. She was oblivious to the other girl’s presence but she saw me. “Amber!” She looked at me in disbelief. “You came.” Her smile beamed her blond hair in piggy tails and she wore a yellow nightgown. I slowly nodded. “I’m so glad, I miss you, I invite you the whole time but you are too busy out with your boyfriend and you know the clubs and drink.” She looked at the ground.

“But your back now.” She perked up and dragged me towards the table. “Mable.” I whispered to myself, she is my little sister only 6, I hardly saw her. She always wanted me to do stuff with her, I promised to do things but I always let her down.

She sat me down on my knees in front of the table and sat at the opposite side. “Meet Mr Cuddles, Miss Stripes and Harley the bear Jr.” She pointed to the three teddies that sat at the table, they looked new. “But this one is my favourite.” She cuddled a tattered old duck. Its eye was about to fall off and was losing its colour. “Her names...”

“Miss Matilda Amber Candy Floss the first.” I interrupted her. “Yes.” She smiled at the fact I remembered. “I bought that to you the day our mother died. You were just three. You cried and cried so I bought you the duck. It cheered you up, took it everywhere.” She hugged the duck, as it to squeeze the life out of it. “You weren’t around a lot, she reminds me of you.”

“That’s why you put Amber in the name.” She kissed the duck before setting it at the table. “Would you like some tea?” She picked up the teapot. “I would love some.” I held out a cup, she poured some tea in and I sipped it. “I miss you Amber, but your home now, right?” her big blue eyes stared into mine, and I knew she really missed me. I was her big sister and she looked up to me.

I just nodded, not sure if I meant it. She looked pleased and took a gulp of the tea. “Good, I don’t want you to leave, dad isn’t that good. But now your back and you will play with me and look after me. Maybe you could fix Matilda’s eye.” I put my hand on hers and looked directly into her eyes. “I promise you Mable I will fix Matilda’s eye.”

I was tapped on the shoulder and I took that as a sign that I had to leave. “Sorry Mable I have to go.” She looked upset. “You can’t you promised you wouldn’t, you said you were back.”

“I am, I just need to go right now.” Her eyes began to water. “You always say that, you always break your promises!” she shouted and ran down the hill. “Mable!!” I called but she was gone and everything blurred until I stood in the room with red walls again.

I stood there hating myself, did I always do that? Tell her I would do something and forget or tell her I had no time? “You ok?” She asked. “Yeah, what was the point in showing me that? What was the point in upsetting Mable!!!?” I poked her on the shoulder. “It wasn’t me it was you. You make her feel like that most days; would you like being ignored by the person you love the most? Well that what you do to her EVERY day.” She jabbed my shoulder. “I do not. I try my best it isn’t easy.”

“No one has it easy! But that girl lost her mother when she was three years old. You should be spending a lot of time with her so she doesn’t feel that way! But look what you have become; you should have been like me! Then you would NEVER have left her.”

For some reason I think she spoke the truth and I didn’t like her telling me my faults. Her face was full of rage, wishing that she was the one out in the real world and not just in a dream; I know she could make a difference and so did she, but she couldn’t do anything apart from try and make me see. “Come on, next door.” Her jaw was clenched and we headed through the next door. 

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