Why I feared the the nightmare of Jake coming back, I have no idea. Hell, that was the one thing I wanted, so why would I wake up screaming everytime I had that nightmare? I mean, I have had a nightmare where I was raped and murdered in a horrible way, yet I only woke to one dream. Something was seriously wrong with me.
I ran a shakey hand through my hair and glanced around the room. I felt someone in the room, but it's not like I could see. My thick black curtians covered the windows, not letting any light into my room. In my pathetic attempt to find who was in my room, I swong my legs over the side of the bed and stumbled over to the wall which was only a few feet from my bed.
My room was pretty small since I wasn't in there all that much. It was to sleep in, nothing more and nothing less. Although I sometimes slept out in the living room, which had once been my bedroom. I had remodeled the house so that I didn't have to sleep in the same room which Jake had stumbled into and died in. He had been shot in the chest and somehow he had managed to make it home.
A tear ran down my cheek at the memory. Jake had thought I was home, sleeping when in reality I was out with a friend, trying to find something for Jake's birthday. He had died on his birthday, which was horrific. Who diserved to die on the day they were born. Sure some people think that it isn't all that special, but your birthday is a special day. It was the first day you got to see your parents and the day you started to live outside of your mothers womb. That is a very special day.
I shook my head, to keep any more tears from leaking out and continued to search for the "thing" that was in my room. To tell the truth, I didn't really want to find it. What if it was one of those monsters that you were always scared of when you were younger. What were they again? Were they the closet monster, or was that the boogeyman? I don't remember. When I was little those types of things never scared me. I had always wanted to find one and chase it around, I have no iea why I suddenly had a change of heart. Oh great, now I'm becomeing more girly. Just what I need.
I let out a sigh and continued to look around. Whether I wanted to find what thing or not wasn't really important anymore becuase after I took one more step I ran into someone. If it hadn't been for them wrapping an arm around my waist I probably would have fallen flat on my a**. Before I could scream, I felt warm lips press against mine. Why, I had no idea, but for some reason I liked the sensation. I shouldn't since I had no idea who it was behind the lips, but my body didn't seem to care. My arms automaticly wrapped themself around the person's neck and I kissed them back. Whom ever it was seemed to like the reacting since they pushed me against the wall.
As if reality was coming back to me, I shuved at, what felt like, a man's chest. Surprisingly they stopped, but they staied close enough to where I could still feel his breath, and his chest every time he took a breath. For a second, I started to lose myself again, but I barely managed to keep myself from ******** the guy right here and now.
"Wh-who are you?" I managed.
"No one you should worry about too much." Before I could ask what he meant by that, he was no longer there. The only thing left was his sent.
I fell to the floor, landing on my a** with a 'THUD'. I glanced towards the window. It was wide open and the curtains were now pulled to the side. It wasn't even morning yet.
"Great!" I hissed, looking down at my scar covered arms. The moon was really bright for some reason tonight. That made it even worse. My scars shone, and the new cuts seemed to look worse then they really were. I really needed to sleep in long sleeve shirt so I wouldn't see that during the middle of the night.
After a few seconds I pushed myself up to my feet and grabbed my jacket off the night stand by my bed. I was kind of glad that the wind was open now, because I can see were I am going and I know I won't be running into any more mysterious guys. If I did, that would be creepy. A small laugh excaped my lips when I though about running into someone else. Now, wouldn't that be just my luck?
I headed for the kitchen and then opened the fridge. Reaching inside I grabbed a can of pop and opened it, taking a sip. I let the caffinated drink run down to my stomach. It felt nice. I must have been more thirsty then I thought because before I knew it I was reaching for my third pop and I still hadn't moved from the kitchen. It was kind of amazing if you think about it. I usually get water or coffee, but I had went for the pop. Ok, something really was off today.
Grabbing my forth pop I walked over to my sliding glass door that was facing the lake behind my house. I opened the door and took a slow step out onto the balcony. A gust of wind hit my face as I stepped out. That made me shiver.
Ignoring the coldness after a few moments, I stepped out further and leaned against the railing. It was a small balcony, but it works. It was nice to have on nights like this. It was clear, no rain, no clouds, and the sun would be coming up within a few hours so it was still really dark. Just the way I liked. Rain always made me think of the day Jake died, so I would never go out into the rain unless I absolutely had too.
A small sigh excaped my lips and I pushed my self up. Time to find something to do before I break down crying.
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"Mrs. Freemen, how are you today?" I asked with a smile, as an older lady walked into my small flower shop. Yes, I own a flower shop, although I don't work here often. I am also a police officer, so I am usually out roaming around the city, but today I was working in my shop since I had the day off. If you haven't figured it out yet, I love to work. Ok, I don't love to work, it was just one way to get my mind off of everything.
"Well hello there Alex, how are you today? I haven't seen you here in a while." Mrs, Freemen smiled and came over to give me one of her big hugs, that she gave everytime she saw someone she knew. So basicly, she was always giving hugs because she knew everyone in this town. She probably knew their parents, and their parent's parents, and so on and so forth.
"I'm sorry Mrs, Freemen, I've been out at my other job." I hugged her, and turned to my red roses. Those were my favorite color of rose and roses were my favorite flower. I don't know why, but I have always loved them. "What can I get for you today Mrs. Freemen?"
"I would like few sunflowers to give my daughter. You know she just gave birth to a boy." She seemed to glow when she mentioned her new grandson. This was one reason, I loved my flower shop. There were people like her that always managed to make my day better.
"Oh really? What is his name?" I asked, smiling more as I grabbed a few sunflowers.
I turned, when Mrs. Freemen, didn't answer. Her expression was no longer light and happy, it was dull and kind of scared. "Dear, The boys name is Jake."
Now I understood the change in mood, but I smiled anyways.
((will be continued when I'm in mood to type more))
