The Dream -Eternal- Chapter One

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I woke up panicked, it was the same nightmare I’ve had since I was 5, yet I can never quite remember it. The only thing that lingers is my emotions. I always wake up completely devastated and broken; feeling like everything is over and a piece of my soul is dead. When I was younger I would curl up in the fetal position and cry for days. Now that I’m older I wake up covered in sweat clutching the locket my grandmother gave me before she died; rubbing my thumbs against the intricate designs etched into the iron until my fear fades away. But something felt different this time. I opened my eyes shading them from the dim light spilling in from the small window in my dorm room. Peeling the hair off the back of my neck, I peeked at my roommate just to make sure I hadn’t royally embarrassed my self by screaming in my sleep again. A quick look told me that she was already in class, thank god.  I sat up slowly, trying to figure out what made this dream so different. My stomach was tied in knots and bile was starting to rise in my throat. I grabbed the plastic bottle of water next to my bed and chugged it trying to keep my stomach at bay. My mind was shaky leaving me on edge like I was waiting for something to happen, and that’s when I realized what made this dream different: it felt like a warning.

I hastily shook off the dream, coming to the realization that I needed to lay off the gothic novels for a while; they are starting to go to my head. Besides today isn’t a day to be depressed and paranoid, it’s my 18^th birthday. A day of freedom, a day of growing up, a day where all those things I was previously too immature to do, being a lowly 17 year old-magically become possible...Like buying tobacco products, getting a tattoo, leasing an apartment, buying lottery tickets, and about a hundred other things that I found on google. Unfortunately the rest of the list wasn’t that impressive, but the point is I could do them, and there was a surprising amount of satisfaction in that.

Today was also the day that celebrates my independence from the Foster Care system I was placed in when I was five. And today is the day I would begin my search for Kiera. The twin sister and best friend I hadn’t seen or spoken to in thirteen years. I often wonder what her life turned into: If she was happy, if her foster family was good to her; if she was still as beautiful as I remembered.

I rolled out of bed one limb at a time and slowly crawled past the mountains of dirty laundry and made my way to the bathroom. Slow and steady I kept telling myself; my stomach still hurt and I felt like any sudden movement could cause me to projectile vomit all over the walls. Not something that would endear me to my roommate, she has been coming around to the whole nightmare-screaming-wake up at all times of the night thing; but I’m pretty sure that vomit covered walls would push her over the edge. When I reached the cool tiles the nausea subsided a bit. I grabbed hold of the sink and pulled myself up. I washed my face with iced cold water and stared at the reflection in the mirror wondering if I would look any different at 18. My strawberry blond hair was in disarray the black streaks I got last month to make myself look edgier boldly standing out and my big hazel eyes looked glossed over a bit, but all and all I looked the same as yesterday. A little disappointed I didn’t miraculously change over night I jumped in the shower using my favorite Twilight Woods scented shower gel and tried to scrub off the reminisce of my nightmare.