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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6. Door 5.

 

Now I was standing in my kitchen, the worktops were white marble and the oven was steaming. “Shit!” My dad ran through pulling out a cake from the smoking oven. “Daddy, where’s Amber?” Then I knew instantly it was Mabel’s fifth birthday. “I don’t know honey, go back and enjoy the party.”  He smiled at her rubbing her cheek with oven gloves. She nodded and ran off her ballerina skirt bobbing up and down.

My dad pulled out his phone and dialled a number. “Amber! Where are you?” He shouted down the phone. I heard a muffled apology but I know what I told him.  I told him I didn’t want to be there, that it was for little kids. “That is your sister!” He pointed towards the room Mabel ran off into. “If you don’t care enough to buy her a present Amber, if you don’t care enough to celebrate her birthday, maybe you shouldn’t come home.”

I remembered the harshness of my dad’s voice when he told me not to come home, and I didn’t. Didn’t go home for two weeks, stayed wherever I could. My dad put away his phone rubbing his temples. “What will I do with her?” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Dad, she’s not coming is she?” Mark leaned against the doorframe, when my dad didn’t answer Mark took that as a no. “Typical.” My brother marched out the room and out the door.

I remembered him finding me; we shouted at each other and caused a scene. He pushed me and I slapped him, I regretted it after but he ran off, telling me never to come home and that I was ungrateful.

I turned back to my father he was sitting at the table his head in his hands, staring at a picture of me. “Where did I go wrong?” He asked in a hushed voice. He took the picture in his hands and seemed to be stroking my cheek. “Amber, what happened?”

“Dad.” I went to touch his shoulder and I just went right through him. “You can’t communicate with him.” A stated. “He needs to know I’m sorry. I never meant to make him feel like this.”

Everything began to fade and we were standing at his computer, she nodded towards it and I moved the mouse. “Boarding School? He was going to put me to boarding school?” I looked at her with big eyes. “He can’t, I don’t want to go.”

“You brought it on yourself.” She shrugged and turned away. I followed her into the red room again. “You honestly would let me go to boarding school!” I asked barely keeping my voice calm. “I wouldn’t like it but it might put you straight.” She raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t belief you!” I turned in a circle. “It’s your fault!” She headed towards the last door. “I’m not going!” I snapped. “Don’t have to, I thought it would be someone you would like to hear from, its not really a dream or something that’s happened.”

“You will probably have one of my teachers.” She thought for a minute. “I really should have added one of them in this, but no its not. You will never know until you follow me, and I wouldn’t want to miss this.” She went into the light and I hesitated, who could it be??? I sauntered in behind her, waiting to see who I would want to meet. 

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