22. Dreams, bad dreams
As I change into the clothes Louis gave me I decide just to wear my old shirt but jeans to bed are not that comfy. I have to tighten the shorts every now and then to make sure they don't fall down I DO NOT want that happening. I open the door slowly and see Louis is sleeping and then I think did he hear me singing? I hope not my voice sounds like a goat on crack. i slip into the bed i woke up in this morning and fall asleep. "Go into the cellar me and your father will meet you there" "no!" "lets go together." "Honey I need you to be safe." "I can't just sit there and find out you died." "GO NOW!" i never heard my mom yell. "Please don't make me do this." "GO NOW!" Now my eyes fill with cold lifeless tears. "Fine'' I say as my tears emerge from my eyes. "But please come with me" I plea. "But I'm already gone.'' A twister comes out of no where and takes my mom and dad leaving me alone planted on the floor. I only see their faces while they die. "MOM DAD PLEASE NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!." I wake up and it's pitch black. My pillow is stained with tears. Why did this happen to me? I wonder. I do my best to stay awake,but the longer I lay the more tired I get and I finally fall asleep. "GO NOW IF YOU DON'T GO ME AND YOUR FATHER WILL DIE! " Her words pierce me worse then a dagger. "Okay" I say hurriedly. "Bye I love you" I say walking out. As I walk towards the cellar the twister takes Me. "MOM DAD PLEASE NO!" This time all I see is their faces watching me die. I wake up to Louis shaking me. "Why are you crying?'' he asks somewhat sensitively. ''Bad dream." ''Want to talk about it'' he asks. ''Okay ''I say feeling relived to let my feelings out. ''Don't laugh if i cry Promise'' I say seriously. ''Promise'' Hey says with a slight smile.