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.


5. Door 4.


I recognised the tree house, it was Charlie’s. The wood looked old and faded, but it was still in one piece, a faint light came from the window. A nodded towards the ladder and I slowly began to climb.

I got up and looked round, there were pictures hanging up of me and Charlie as we grew up. Bean bags sat in the corners and a small table with a candle in a lamp sat lit. I watched as two children sat sharing stories and promises. It brought a tear to my eye, seeing the day we made a promise to be best friends.

“We played in this tree house the whole time, me and Charlie made it with our dads when we were just seven. We begged and begged until they agreed. It was a tree between our two houses; we would sneak out in the middle of the night.” I told A and she nodded. “I know, I was there you were so innocent, and that is how he remembers you.” She told me, grinning to herself.

“Char.” 9 year old me spoke. “Yeah Ambs?” he looked up from attempting to toast a marshmallow on the candle. “Will you promise me something?” I said. “Anything, you name it.” He waited. “Will you promise me that we will be best friends forever?” I whispered the words as they left her mouth. “Always.”

“Pinkie promise?”  She held out her pinkie. “Pinkie promise.” He agreed and they locked pinkies ceiling the promise. He stuck the marshmallow in his mouth and burned his tongue.  “Ahh.” She giggled and so did I. He always made me laugh. They went on talking until they began to fade, and were replaced by an older version of us. Sat at the table was Charlie as I knew him now.

“You sitting down Ambs?” I nodded and sat down. “What’s up with you? Did something happen?” He clenched his fists. “No, nothing happened.” He relaxed then handed me a marshmallow on a pointed metal stick. “Thanks, I was just remembering about the time we made that promise.”

“What promise?” He looked up, and the smile on his face was comforting. “When we promised to be best friends.” I smiled back. “Yeah I remember that, you gave me this.” He pulled down the neck of his shirt to reveal half a heart on a sliver chain.

 “Yeah, I broke my necklace in half and gave that half to you.” I examined it. “You still have it.?” He nodded. “Never go anywhere without it, it’s my good luck charm, do you have yours?” I held up my wrist. “I wear my mum’s necklace now so I put it on a sliver bracelet.” He smirked. “Well we have kept our promises.”

We sat in silence for a few minutes when he spoke. “I need to tell you something.” I stared into his deep brown eyes. “Anything.” I replied. “Ambs... nah forget it.”

“What were you going to say?” I really wanted to know, if this is how he saw me then I wanted to hear him out. “I was going to ask you to stop all your nonsense.”

“What?” Oh god please no. “I want you to stop all the drinking and smoking. “ His eyes pleaded with me. “What do you mean?”

“Amber I love you, I don’t want to see you doing that to yourself, and you will regret it.” I shook my head. “Please Ambs.” I let out a long breath. “I should go.” I turned to leave and he grabbed my arm. “Please don’t.” I slowly sat down. “Can we talk about something else?” He nodded. “How about how good you look covered in marshmallows?”

“What?” He began to pelt me with marshmallows and I let out a little scream. I picked them up throwing them back and we both laughed together, just like when we were kids.

When it was over I was disappointed, I was sure he would have the best opinion and thoughts about me. “Why did you take me away?” I asked A. “We had to move on. What did you learn?”

“That Charlie always has my back and we will always be best friends.” She threw her arms in the air. “You seriously are an idiot!” She muttered. “I am NO idiot!!” I barked. “He loves you! Why can’t you see that!!?” She glared at me. “No he doesn’t he loves me like a friend, or how you love a sibling or dog.”

“He loves you with all his heart!” She bellowed and the wall shook. “He doesn’t now let’s move on.” I spoke through gritted teeth, me and A were not getting along when we entered door number five.


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