The next day we went out an looked for an apartment. We found a beautiful two bedroom home that was cheap. We are moving in in a week!
"Hey. Babe!" Dylan shouted walking through the front door.
"YEAH?" I yelled back.
"Are you packed?" He said walking in to my now empty room.
"Yep. I have all if Dylan's stuff in a seperate bag just incase we have another kid in the future!"I made an excuse. I didn't want to get rid of his clothes. They were his. And I love them.
"Okay? Well you ready to start moving stuff in?" We were moving furniture today. Then appliances tommarow. And we need to set up cable and water and electricity. So on Wendsday we can just move on in!!
"Let's go!" I said enthusiastically.
"Yes baby!! DYLAN! Baby."
"Mommy! Momm-" he went silent.
"Babe!! Ali! ALI!" I heard my fiancé yell.
"It's all my fault. It's all my fault. It's all my fault" I was chanting sitting in a puddle of blood. Who's?
"No it's not. Just. Just. WAKE UP!"
I shot up sweating. I started crying. Another dream.
"DYLAN!!!" I yelled out in tears.
"Baby. I'm right here!" He came running into my room. I sobbed into his shoulder while he hugged me lovingly.
"Baby. It was a dream. Just a dream" he reassured me. But it wasn't. It was my fault.
"But it was so real. I was right. It was all my fault. It's all my. FAULT!" I cried. It is and will always be MY fault.
"ALISSON. A man was driving DRUNK AND HIGH! He hit the side if your car right where he was sitting. He died of internal bleeding because of the impact. It was THE DRUNKS FAULT!" I didn't believe him.
"His last words. They. They keep playing in my dreams. And there is blood and tears and you and me and MY BABY!" It was all to real.
"It's going to be okay. I promise." I believed him. I hugged him and wiped my tears.