So, I wrote this almost three years ago. As you can imagine, it's not my best writing because I have gotten better over the years. That being said, I really do like this story so I wanted to post it. I slightly edited this as I was copying it down so it's a little different from my original story but it's mostly the same. Anyway, enjoy the writing of a 15 year old me :P
PS. I wrote this for an English assignment in the 10th grade. We were given a picture with a quote on it and had to incorporate them both in. The quote I was given is written below and I described the picture in the story.
"Dreams say what they mean, but they don't always say it in daytime language." -Gail Godwin
I wished dreams would just tell you what they are trying to say. Everything was so beautiful, so vivid. The beach waves were gentle, clouds high in the sky, and swaying grass beside me. I could feel the soft sand beneath my feet as I ran along the shoreline. Something, or someone, was chasing me. I suddenly jumped awake screaming.
"How could such a beautifil dream suddenly turn so frightening?"
"It's probably nothing. Dreams don't have to mean anything. Should I be worried about something, Chloe?" my mother asked with concern in her voice.
I told her I was fine. But I wasn't. I've had this same dream everyday for the last month. There had to be some meaning behind it.
I lived in Dorset, England. The closest beach was Studland Beach, but I know I've never been there before. I've lived in this rown my whole life and never once had I been to a beach. I never learned to swim, so beaches weren't my idea of a fun time.
I had to go to that beach though. Getting my driver's license helped me out a lot. Whatever was going on had to be a secret. My mother was already worried about me. No need to add on any extra stess.
Seeing the beach in person almost gave me a heart attack, or maybe just a panic attack. Everything was identical to my dreams. There was no way I could have imagined this place. I've been here before, but why couldn't I remember it? And what was chasing me?
It was hard to act normal when I got home. My dad was always away on business, so it had always been my mother and I. We told eachother everything, but I felt like she was hiding something from me. I went to bed as soon as I got home.
That night was different. There wasn't a dream of a beach like all the nights before. I saw myself as a child playing with another girl. She was slightly older. This was the first night in a long time that I didn't want to wake up. Playing with that other girl felt so normal and peaceful. I thought it would be impossible to find her. Asking my parents was not an option and she would be older now. I wouldn't even know what she looked like anymore.
The next day I went to the library. I was hoping that my birth records would tell me something. It took me awhile to find my birth certificate and when I did it was confusing. The certificate said I was born in the United States. My parents told me I've lived in Dorset my entire life, that I've never traveled before. Why would they lie to me?
Things started making some sense. I couldn't seem to remember anything that had happened before the age of five. I remembered how amazing my sixth birthday party was, but I couldn't remember anything before that. Maybe this was just my mind's way of trying to make sense of everything. Maybe I was just trying to come up with conclusions. Whatever the case, my whole life was changing, and I wasn't sure if it was in a good way.
My mother, the one person who was always there for me, could no longer be trusted. It was hard avoiding her, and I was an awful liar.
"Chloe! Come here," my mother called but I didn't want to see her. I was afraid of what she might have said or asked. How could I tell her everything I had found out?