Fucked up (1D)

The 17 year old Mary Jane Moore, lives a normal life - until on her 17th birthday, where her loving parents tragically dies in a car accident. The young man behind the opposing car survives - but he is no ordinary boy. What will happen when Mary Jane is forced to meet the "killer" of her parents? And what will happen to her after her parents death?

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6. The Dream

I woke up, and my head wasn't spinning. My chest was still aching, and I could feel my arms and legs were exhausted from the sleep. I looked over on my black alarmclock on my nightstand. Two o'clock. I swung my legs over the bed, after kicking off the blue covers. I put my feet into the furry slippers, and walked across the room, my eyes stopping on the small black dress, and the red shoes lying nicely folded on my office-chair. Kylie must have laid it out for me to wear. I opened the door, and walked straight across the narrow hall, to the big bathroom. The sun was shining, and I honestly could not disagree more with the mood of the weather. My feet stepped onto the light stone floors, and I opened the closet doors, and pulled out a white towel. Then I turned on the water, and stepped into the tub, while it was filling up. At first the water gave me chills, and made me shake, but the water got so hot, that I for a while thought I would melt away into the deep. Sadly, I didn't.

 

I stepped out, and wrapped my body in the towel. My skin was pale, and I didn't even dare to look myself in the mirror. I walked out, and back into my room. I looked at the dress and shjoes, and sat down on my bad. No feeling of sorrow. No feeling of pain. I was numb. My arms were shaking, as they tried to hold up the towel, and I just felt like climbing into bed, and sleep through the rest ofd my life. I put my head back against the white wall, clenching my teeth together. Deep breaths. 1. 2. 3. I closed my eyes, as I was counting, and I found myself drifting off a bit again. It felt great, to effortlesly go back to the undisturbed land of dreams. For once, it wasn't a problem actually sleeping, Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

"Are you up yet, sweety?" The voice asked.

The voice sounded like a woman, mid forties. I opened my eyes, as I slowly stood up.

"Honey, your dad and I are going grocery shopping, you want to come?" she asked. I started shaking, as my feet were tripping across the whitewashed wood floring, across the room to the door.

"MOM?" I yelled.

"Yes dear? Is everything alright?" She asked through the door, I started laughing, the tears streaming down my face, almost choking me with joy. I yanked the door open, and fell into her arms, sobbing and yelling

"MOM..." I managed to say through the tears. She was stroking my hair, and kissing the top of my head.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice laughing because of my ridicoulousness.

"I just missed you so much!" I said. I looked up, searching for her familiar face, and for her loving eyes. Suddenly, her posture changed, and she became taller than ever. A black figure wtood in front of me, car keys in hand, dangling them in my face. The fear in my body took over, my head filling with the need to run, the need to flee. The anxiety took over my body, as I fell to the floor. Now I wasn't in my apartment anymorem, but on the middle of the road, sorrounded by cars, driving in the backseat in my parents BMW. I looked up, and saw my fathers hand on my mothers lap, caressing her with his thumb. Her face was towards the road, looking intensely for any cars driving the wrong way.

"It's okay, honey, We'll make it home." my dad said, smiling reasuringly.

"Mom? Dad?" I asked. My voice echoed, and I looked down at where I was supposed to be - there was nothing. I looked out the windshield, and saw the shining lights of a car driving way to fast towards them. Towards us.

"MOM, DAD, LOOK OUT!" screamed,

SLAM!

 

I opened my eyes, glancing over to the chair, where the dress and shoes had been, like in the nightmare. I sat up, and rested my head against the wall. Knock Knock.

"Honey, are you awake?"

"Yeah Kylie, I'm awake..." I answered, my voice low, and my breathing slow.

"Good. We'll be leaving in about an hour." She said, with a hint of regret in her voice.

"I didn't mean to sound boss like that... I'm sorry." her voice shook, and I squinted my eyes together, to stop the tears. There was none. I was empty. I shook my head, as I tried not to think of the thought that I would soon see my parents in coffins. I stood up, and walked over to the dress. I carefully removed it from the chair, and slipped it over my body. The silky feel was terrible against my sensitive skin, and I shuddered, I walked over to the mirror, and took a look at the figure in the frame. The skinny silhouette was so thin, that you could obviously see her bones through the dress. Her blond hair was hanging wet down her small breasts, and almost down to her bellybutton. Her face was gruesome; the sharp and pointy cheeks and cheek-bones were the most prominent features. Her bright blue eyes almost had a kind of milky feel to them, and looked dull like a dirty mirror. I looked up and down the silhouette, examining every bit of the figure, while waiting in anticipation for my own reflection. I shook my head, as I turned around and grabbed a brush. I yanked it through my hair, as I watched the girl do the same. I picked up the shoes, and stomped into them, getting more and more agitated that I couldn't see myself anymore. I slapped myself, as I watched the figure do the same. I screamed, feeling a rush of emotions come through me. BANG! The mirror shattered, and I found myself on the floor, bawling my eyes out like a baby, while scremin my mothers name. My fathers name. My own name.

 

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