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part 2
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...I woke up. I jerked up in bed harder than other nights. It's been four days since the funeral and every night has been the same. The same nightmare, the same reaction...the same face. I felt sweat drops roll down my forehead and onto my nose. I put my head in my hands like I did every night for the last four nights.
It seems so real... I thought as I lifted my head to face my aqua colored wall. My walls were never bare. They were filled with poasters and pictures of cats and memories. But only one picture sood out now...the one of Trevor and I had taken in my backyard.
At that picture, thats where I stare every night. Hoping He would come to life and I would see his shining smile again. To hear his voice. Every night, nothing happens. But it's just a dream. I thought again as I layed my head on my pillow to sleep. Just a dream....
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