Again

Chapter 18.

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The grass beneath her feet is covered in a white blanket, sparkling in the down going sun. The sky is colored in a mixture of pink and orange. Her hair is pushed from her face by the wind, flying behind her back.

She could imagine her cheeks flushing, trying to protect the skin from the cold air. Her eyes move down to her bare feet, leaving marks on the snow. A frown is set on her forehead as she realizes that she doesn't feel anything.

Nor does she feel the snowflakes that softly fly in the wind and land on her bare arms and shoulders. Numbness covers her body, takes over her cells. She looks down on herself, a white dress hugging her body. The only feelings she has is the one in the pit of her stomach, a tight disturbing pull. As if she accidentally swallowed a time bomb and knows that she will die eventually. And there is no safe place for her to escape. She will be destroyed from the inside out.

"Amelia!" a boyish voice, pulls her out of her nostalgic thoughts. She turns around to face the source, but instead is greeted by a giant family house. The walls seem to blurry like a slowly fading memory. The house is familiar is so familiar. Suddenly the front door opens and a little girl runs out of it, followed by a bit older boy.

''Aaaa-melia!'' he calls again, as a childish giggle is given from the girl. She runs across the grass, and that's when she gets a better look at her. Her strawberry red hair is braided into two braids that jump with every step she takes. She throws one of the braid behind her back, as she turns around and squeals again as the boy wraps his arms around her. All she could see is that he has long dark hair and green eyes. He's a little bit taller than her, he must be around ten years old

''I got you!'' he laughs. ''You're too slow!''

''That's not fair, you're bigger than me!'' the girl stomps her foot. ''And you cheated! You didn't count until twelve.''

''You don't even know how to count!'' 

''I do know! I want to play again,'' she pouts. She must be six or seven years old. Realization hits her in that moment. This is her as she as little kid. But she can't remember who the boy is. She tries to walk closer, to get a better look at the two kids, but she can't. A invisible wall is holding her in place, and she can't do anything else than watching the two of them. She should panic, she feels the glass press against the palm of her hand, but she doesn't. It's like a magical string, forcing her to watch the two kids. A smile is set on her face as she listens to them fighting. 

Suddenly light comes from the porch, like sunlight that is directly shining into her eyes. She blinks a few times, trying to make out anything. The voices of the kids slowly disappear. A sound just like something exploding reaches her and her hands move up, trying to cover her ears before going deaf. The childish laugher turns into screams and...

I wake up.

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My hand clutches to my chest and I notice my hand shaking. Sweat is running down my face and my breathing goes uneven. I look around and for a moment I don't know where I am. I'm alone in the bed, fade sunlight’s breaking through the curtains. I blink a few times... and the dream crashes over me like a wave. How the light suddenly made me blind and how I couldn't see anything anymore.

What the hell was that?

I stay in bed for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts. I try to recall the faces I saw, the children that were playing in front of the house. The girl could have been me, with her red hair and green eyes, but who was the boy?

''Emma?'' I whisper, frightened. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, my vision blurring for a moment. Slowly I make my way into the living room. I feel relief when I find Emma with a mug of coffee in her hand. Her blonde hair is pushed out of her face and into a bun. Her blue eyes find contact with mine.

''I was just coming to bring you this,'' she says, giving me a smile. 

Thankful, I take it from her hands. ''You didn't had to,'' I say before taking a sip. Black coffee with sugar, my only favorite. The coffee warms my body and I instantly calm. 

''Oh, I had to. I'm so sorry about what happened last night,'' she begins, but I cut her off. I place the mug on the kitchen counter. I always wanted to have an open kitchen connected to the living room. So I could watch my TV while cooking.

I brush it off with a hand move. ''It's okay, I'm already over it,'' I say and look through the cabinets for food so I could make breakfast. ''It wasn't your fault.''

''Then why do I feel so guilty?'' she whispers, looking at her hands. I open the fridge, getting out a few eggs and butter. When I start making omelets Emma's still standing in the doorway. ''You moved around a lot in the night.''

I look up from the pan, biting my lip. ''Yeah, probably because I had a bad dream.''

Em raises an eyebrow at me. ''I thought you don't...''

''I know,'' I cut her off, giving her a stern look. ''But it's too early to discuss things like this. Can you hand me some plates? Or a big one would work, too.''

She does as I told her and I move the first omelet from the pan onto the plate. ''Are you at least going to tell me what it was about?''

''Nope,'' I say, turning the egg onto the other side. ''How's Heather? And Finn?''

I take a glance at the two sleeping figures on the sofas at the back of the room. The apartment has big windows which should a nice view, and shortly the sun will be shining directly on their faces.        ''I don't know, they didn't wake up yet. I don't have a lot of worries about Heather, though. I'm more worried about Finn,'' she sighs. ''What an awful night.''

I look up from the pan. ''You're telling me...''

''I think you should come over more often. Every morning would be nice,'' Niall’s voice saves me from this conversation going any more awkward. I turn around as I put the third omelet onto the plate. Niall's sitting on one of the chairs that lean against the kitchen counter. His hair is messy, his eyes sleepy. A cheeky grin is spreading on his features. Meanwhile Emma puts different items on the counter for the breakfast.

I laugh at Niall's comment. ''Good Morning. I hope we didn't wake you up?''

''These are smells I am willing to wake up for so early.''

I turn to Emma. ''What time is it anyway?''

''It's ten. Don't worry, your mom does not expect us back before one or two o'clock,'' Emma smiles kindly. She might messes up once in a while, but she's still one of the best persons I know. 

''So, you'll stay and make us lunch as well?'' Niall's eyes lit up. ''Next week is another party so if you want to…,'' he's cut off by someone knocking on the door. He gets up, giving Finn a nervous glance. Is he expecting someone? As if my thoughts have just waited for an opportunity to jump into conclusion, I get an idea who it might be...

''Don't even start,'' a voice suddenly groans from the other side. I turn around to see Heather, who's desperately trying to get her messy hair out of her face. ''I'm never going to parties again.''

''Oh my God!'' I grin at Emma. ''I wish we would've recorded that! I would play it as an endless film for you, forever and ever,'' I say dramatically, and Heather sticks her tongue out at me as a response. I laugh, as I take two more mugs out. 

''I smell coffee,'' a deep manly voice speaks, and surely enough Andrew walks through the front door, a big grin on his face. ''I brought bagels, anyone hungry?''

''Starving,'' I answer, handing Heather a mug Emma filled up. I put the last egg on the plate and move to wash the pan off. As the still cold water runs through my fingertips, and I wait for it to get warm, my thoughts become more jumbled.

What scares me the most, apart from the things that happened in my dream and the confusing ending   is the fact that I don't ever dream.

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