Deep Feelings pt 4

He didn't know if he was seeing things, or if she really wrote what he just saw. After looking at the message with the screen unlocked, a sigh of relief hit him when he found that the only text was that new one he just read. Reaching his bed, he sat down and grabbed his laptop and put on some chef Gordon YouTube tutorial while thinking of calling the girl.

As he was about to start texting a message to her, he knocked out. He was dreaming of the house she lives in. He was in front of the girl’s house, but that weird feeling he had outside the girl’s 7th period was all around him. making him unable to move or breathe…

He felt a force that made him just stare into the house.

He managed to blink in his dream. He noticed that it was night. Every detail, from the color to the window on her house, was there in his dream. Seconds passed. To him it seemed like hours. He felt a drop in the temperature. Was he still dreaming? But now he felt as if he was lucid dreaming. Feeling wind. Hearing trees move in the distance. He somehow managed to move his eyes to a window, seeing broken glass fly towards him. As the last piece of small glass hit the ground it made the smallest sound. He stayed, staring at her now behind the broken window. He was tapped on the shoulder by someone. He woke up in his bed. Breathing heavily, he looked to his laptop. The battery was too low to power on. He moved his blanket around for his phone to look at the time. It read 5:31am. He overheard people, still up next door, speaking loudly, ‘til his mom called them to be quieter. He could hear their landline phone ring throughout the block.

The next day was slower, but to him was only different when walking with the new girl. When it was time for lunch they waited for his friend Corey. Just when he was going to tell the girl they should go get lunch his phone started to ringing.
He looked to see Corey was calling.

“Hey Corey. Where are you,” he asked. “Oh. Well, can me and…”

The world seemed to slow down as he said her name. He asked if they could go hangout after school. He ended the call with Corey, telling her that Corey was feeling sick and didn’t want them to get what he has. She felt bad, wondering if it was going to be a while before they hung out again. Walking to get lunch they both got the same thing to eat. They were a little embarrassed to look at each other walking. They sat and started talking.

“I had a dream last night,” he said.

“What was it like?” she asked about his dream, holding eye contact on him with every word.

“I don’t want you to feel weird about this,” he said. “I was outside your house in my dream. I couldn't move or breathe for a while, but I thought I saw you when a window broke from the inside. Don’t worry about it, it was just a dream. It was, ummm, if I can say, cool. Heh. Other than it was creepy that you were there, because we're friends. I’ve never had a dream with my best friend Corey. If I did, it would totally be action worthy. Like us in a comic book or something. That would be pretty cool. In a non-weird way.”

“Umm thanks, I guess,” she said, still looking at his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said. “I awoke in my bed around five o’clock. I wasn't planning on saying anything about it to be honest with you. Sorry if that was weird of me.

“Heh. No,” she replied. “It's alright. my house is a little messed up on looks, but all together pretty good. I will say my basement is kinda scary. AndI don't think any window is broken. My dad would have fixed it or would have told my mom to send someone if he was busy.

“It's just a dream,” he said. “Doesn't really bug or matter much too me to be honest.

After a few bites he started thinking about how many memorable and strange occurrences had happened since they met. Still, he chalked it up to just fuzziness in his mind.

Afternoon came, and he got home, did his schoolwork and was about to watch some TV. As he flipped channels a glimpse of what looked like the new friend showed up as missing on the news. He was flipping channels pretty fast so he couldn't have seen it, right? Trying to make out what he did see in that split second was horrible. Before the missing report, it showed a picture of her family. Her mom, looking down at a table with scratches on it and a bloody drawing of a stick man. Both of them were crying. Things in his mind cracked. His feelings made him weak. He was caught off guard by a call. It was her.

“Hi,” saying his name, which made him feel like himself again. Almost like she felt just how he was. At that moment tears began dropping from his cheeks. He didn't notice it until they met his arm. He wasn't sad or really feeling any emotion, and when he spoke it came out natural just like how he always spoke…

“Hey,” he said, adding her name. “What's up? I just finished my homework and stuff. Was about to watch TV. You ok?”

As the words left his mouth, he forgot about what he thought and what he’d seen. It was now in the farthest part of his mind now. No memory of what just happened. They talked a lil’ bit about school and future plans for work. Before ending the call, he was laying down on his bed. Her voice became like static. He fell asleep but felt like she was there hugging him. Squeezing him hard. Whispers of her voice were there, then gone. Even in the moment he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or not. The last thing said to him before waking was “I'm dead, but I'm here. I need you. Don't leave. Don't hurt. I'm by your side. Always…”

He woke feeling sad but couldn't understand why. He looked at his phone then laptop. He put his laptop to charge and looked at the time. It was morning. Early Friday. The last day of school until fall break. He put his phone to charge, then went to eat. There was still an hour and a half until he needed to walk to College High. After eating, he called his new friend to ask if she wanted to walk to school with him. The line rang for a while until he felt a sharp pain deep in his heart. Then, in his mind, he was sitting down on a couch in his living room watching TV.

That’s when she answered at the last second.

“Hey.”

As she said his name he felt weak, but was happy just to hear from her. His was unsure if he said something or not, but felt that he had. An unfamiliar memory hit his thoughts as he tried to remember if he’d said something.

“Are you going to walk me to school?” she asked, saying his name again.

“Uuhhh. Yeah… Heh. I was just about to ask the same, to be honest,” his voice came back into perfect sync with his mind once again. “I’m about to leave. Meet me in front of my house. I need my backpack.”

He stopped, knowing that he always just bought a binder with him. Why did he said that? Before he could think again, he just laughed.

“You have a bag?” she asked.

“I don't,” he said back. “I don't even know why that came out, to be honest.”