The Lost Dreamer

Not really living

It's was 11:00 o'clock in the morning when Hannah Collur woke up that snowy morning. She felt tired and weak and all she could think of was her past mistakes and the fear of messing up again. She had long dark brown hair with light blue eyes. She was beautiful, but she thought otherwise. When she stood up from her bed she walked over to her shower. She got a towel out of the closet in the bathroom and laid it on the ice cold toilet seat. She turned on the water to the perfect temperature and got in. As the water ran down her battle scars that seemed permanently stained that decorated her thighs it hurts her more now than when they were made. When she finished her shower she turned off the water and she wrapped the towel around her and walked in her room and she got dressed. She put on her normal long sleeve shirt and dark blue pants. She slipped on a jacket and walked down stairs. As she looked over she saw her dad's untouched chair in the same place it was the day he died. She started feeling an uneasy feeling in her stomach.

As she heads outside, she saw a moving truck pull up in her neighbor's driveway. Out came a grown man, a woman, and a teen that looked her age. He had blond hair and blue eyes, which to her he was somewhat attractive. The small family waved at her and she just waved and went on. She kept thinking on how handsome and different he seemed. To her he didn't seem like a normal guy. The vibe he gave off was just undescribable to her. She hasn't met him, but it already seems like she knows him.

On the way home from school that day after school she had vented all of her thoughts to herself and then she started crying. She ran into her room but didn't hear the knock on the door. All she could think of was the blade going across her skin. Every battle wound she made, made her scream louder and louder. Then she heard footsteps running up the stairs. She ran as fast as she could to get a jacket or something to cover up her bloody wrist but it was too late. Her bedroom door open but it wasn't who she had suspected, it was him. He looked down at her scars and tears started to grow in his eyes. He ran over to her and took the jacket and put it on her wrist.

"Why would you do this to yourself?" He said.

"Why are you in my house and why would I answer that? I don't even know you." She replied, confused on how he got in her house in the first place.

" Okay. Fine. My name is Lucas Green. I heard you screaming and like a good

neighbor I decided to help. Now that you know me, why are you doing this to yourself?" He said in a soft tone.

"I'm sorry, I just don't open up to people anymore. I would have to know you better to tell you that." She said with the thought of how cute he was.

All she could think of was how handsome he was. His voice made her want to tell him all of her stories and problems.

"Okay," he said " Then I'll see you tomorrow at 4:00. That way we will have more time to talk." He looks at the clock and realizes that he needs to leave.

"Okay. " she says with a grin "See you tomorrow."

The next morning Hannah woke up and she looked over at the clock and realized it was already 1:00. The night before she didn't get much sleep from the thought of actually talking with someone not the same gender. Ever since her father's "accident" and her "big break up" she hasn't grown the ability to trust guys. This one seemed different to her. He did not look like the other guys at her school he was completely different from them. He was in the middle of a prep and a gamer. Then she noticed she was staring at him in a daze and she snapped out of it. She looked at the clock and it said 1:16pm. She got up took her daily shower and got dressed. She got dressed in a nicer outfit then she normally wears. Her normal attire is a tomboy look with sneakers and her favorite batman T-shirt. But this was different. She put on a black dress with 3 inch heels.

Anxiety a terrible word for anyone to hear. She never felt as much as anxiety until the

day that she would see him again.