Lucid - Prolouge
"When will I see you again" I asked the woman standing in the dark. She said nothing. She was accompanied a girl that looked to be about the same age as me.
She had long brown hair along with beautiful brown eyes. She was wearing her key necklace like usual. I often wondered who this girl was, I don't think I've ever seen her.
They turned around started walking into the darkness.
"No please don't leave" I begged them. I didn't want them to leave even though I knew it was inevitable. I wanted to prolong my time with them.
They kept walking until they weren't visible. I started to sob uncontrollably.
Even though I was used to being left, it still hurt more than anything.
I woke up sweating. I immediately grabbed my journal from the beside table to document what was going on inside my dreams. I brought my pen to the leather bound booklet. My hand was shaking and I couldn't write in a straight line. A few tears escaped my eyes and onto the book.
January 23, 2016
I had another dream about her. My mom was standing in the darkness. She smiled at me while I was begging her to stay. Her smirk wouldn't falter. Like she didn't really care about me. Like she didn't love me. The girl was there again. They both eventually turned around and left me...again. I cried out for her but she didn't come back. She was gone. They both were. I cried just like the first time she left.
I closed the journal and wiped my tears. That dream wasn't lucid. I couldn't control it. I wanted to jump up and hug my mother but it was like I was bolted to my bed. That dream was a reoccurring one. I have been having that dream or one similar to that at least once a month since she left.
I looked over to the clock and just as I glanced over, it started blaring with the annoying alarm. I didn't really need the alarm, I usually woke up before it anyway. I just like having it as a precaution.
I turned off the alarm and slowly got out of bed. My black hair was a mess and I guess I forgot to take my make-up off last night because my mascara was smeared under my eyes from my excessive sleep crying. I looked like the human version of death.
"Lauren, are you awake honey?" my dad called out.
He has been sympathetic towards me ever since my mom left us. I was the closest to my mom. He talked to me like I could break down at any moment which was annoying. He feels partly responsible and I don't know what went on but I don't blame him.
"Yeah I'm up dad." I responded to his question. He gets very worried when I don't respond as if I'm a toddler.
He looked at me and gave a sympathetic smile. "Bad night?"
"Not particularly, just a bad dream." I didn't want to go into detail with him because he would make me go back to therapy. Even though therapy really helped me I hated it. I'm pretty sure I just needs to talk about it, I didn't need to be paying someone a fortune.
"Ok Laur, get ready for school." he closed my door.
I got up and went into the bathroom to wash my face. I decided to go natural today because I didn't feel like putting on makeup even though my eyes were puffy and my cheeks were red. I went to my closet and put on a baggy black crop top accompanied by ripped black skinny jeans. I topped it off with black combat boots. I looked in the mirror noticing I was wearing all black...again. I honestly didn't care too much so I thought 'screw it' and walked out of my room.
As I made my way downstairs, I saw my dad and my siblings eating a quick breakfast. I usually didn't eat breakfast so they didn't wait up for me.
"I'll be waiting in the car, hurry up Chris."
