Dream Catcher [HIATUS]

5. HIS DREAM (5a)

“You look like an angel but you act like a man from the underworld.” I heard Shin saying this as I became conscious. From falling asleep in front of her door, I cant remember a thing. Tssh. Oh man, I really fell asleep! Keke (~_~)

But now, I felt that I’m lying on a soft mattress and I felt cooler. Am I perhaps in her room?

*sighed- I heard her sighing.

“Please give me back my catcher huh? I need it.” She added. What’s so special with that dream catcher? Why does she want it badly? Have I told her that it’s already mine? Tsk! I turned my back to her acting still sleeping.

“OH!” I heard her saying and then later, silence was next. A little more, I felt her hand touching my back. I felt her fingertip tracing my tattoo. My one and only tattoo. A Dream Catcher which I had, more than a year ago.

“Chains?” She asked. I wanted to answer, but Im too lazy to wake up and tell her the whole story, I mean my whole story. Nahh, not this time man, Some other time, Shin ... some other time.

I remained pretending asleep until I felt that she moved in her bed. By then I tried going back to sleep.

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That Dream … I shouldn’t be dreaming that dream! Not anymore!

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“Star!” I shook her to wake up. “Star! Wake up!!!!” I was in panic as I saw blood coming out from her forehead. I started crying as well.

We’re trap in our car, and water started filling it out. Rain’s so hard that the bridge became very slippery. I remember Dad trying to control the car before we hit the bridge’s railing. Our car jumped off the bridge into the river.

“Dad! Mom! Wake up!” I tried calling my parents hoping they’ll wake up. But I saw them in no consciousness. I, too was bleeding. My vision turned a little red as blood rushed through my right eye.

When I saw the water almost into my parent’s waists I shook them harder. I called them louder as I cant stop from crying and keep on panicking. I reached for Mom as she was seated in front of me, i tried checking her if she’s still breathing but as I reached her hand, her pulse stopped.

“Mom, no! You cant die!” I exclaimed. I was in pain physically, but seeing my mom losing her breathe in front of me makes my heart in too much pain. My emotional wound bleeds more than the physical one.