11. the dream
Were walking, holding hands in the park. The summer sunshine reflecting off of Emma's platinum hair. Her green eyes hidden under a pair of Gucci bugeyes glasses as she struts a pair of green Adidas, hollister shirt and a lace top revealing just the right amount. Brands we dream about.
She looks at me.
'Jamie...' She whispers.
She pushes me against a tree.
'Jamie' I can't respond.
She pressed her lips again t my neck.
'Jamie I - I have to tell you something'
a car goes zooming around the corner crashing g I to us. I go qflying the pain is real Emma is lying there in the grass I try to help but the pain was paralyzingly me I was frozen she floats away.
'Dont fight' she keeps repeating as she floats away out reach.
Darkness surrounds me as she's almost out if sight but my dad's hand grabs her I hear his evil laugh as she tries to escape tellingly something. He lowers down to me face to face
'keep trying you little whimper you'll never be enought to protect her you little shit weak stupid useless....'
'Dont fight it' Emma dad in the background her voice as calm and clean as silk.
The whole world spins until.
. I'm up.
I get up off the floor and rub my head.
I loon at the clock 10:34 shit! I slept in!
I quickly change and get ready until I realize my dad wasn't home.
I grab my bag bag and walk down the street.
But then I turn around and make my way towards Emma's. With a smile one my favor I thinks bout yelling her about my dream.
Don't fight what?