I suddenly woke up, gasping and trying to get my breathing under control. Drops of my sweat were running down my forehead, to my temples and get absorbed by my skin till they reach my cheeks. I sit up straight on my ed and tightly squeeze my pillow between my strong arms. The horror of that dream...these dreams are getting a little to much.
''No, I can't let this keep happening to me. Maybe everyone's right. I am going crazy. I need to see a therapist.'' I said to myself with a feeling of betrayal taking over me. Betrayal from...from within.
I took a quick shower and make myself some eggs for breakfast. I turn on the television while having breakfast as usual and my jaw almost dropped to the ground.
''How can this...how did it? '' my eyes glued to the television screen where a breaking news stated that owner of a well known company, Mr Waters was murdered. The exact same man, the owner of the company I saw in my dream. A man in a powder blue shirt came inside his cabin mixed something in the Mr waters coffee while he wasn't looking and walked out of the room, after a small talk with Mr Waters.
The news channel stated that murderer had not yet been caught but the investigation was on.
''Wait what? How did I even assume the man in the powder blue shirt murdered Mr Waters ...when the police hasn't yet found out?''
Without even wasting a second I grabbed my car keys and ran to my car as fast as I could. I drove to the Sherrif's station and begged for Sherrif Keller's 5 minutes from his busy scheduled. I told him what I saw and that a man in the blue should be put behind bars for committing a murder.
" Brian, we cant take any action against anyone without any proof. Maybe you could use some rest.''
With a shocked or rather, more of an annoyed face i got up and walked out of the station.
''So he thinks I'm crazy too. I told him what I saw and he said I could use some rest. What does he think of himself? Clara, honestly tell me...do you think I'm crazy too? Like mom, like dad ...like everybody?" I Said in a timid voice scared to hear her reply.
'' No Brian. I would never think of you to be crazy. You remember when I was 3 and you were 5...someone broke a vase and mom blamed me for it? You told mom I didn't do it. You defended me...the truth. And later...you got grounded for that. You didn't give up on me...why should I? I believe in you Brother. I always will.'' Said Clara.
A Look of relief spread over my face and I pulled Clara into a cozy hug. Clara, my little sister means everything to me.
