(Few days later)
Everytime he closed his eyes the dream would come and the pain that came along with it was enough to scare him awake. In fact the thought of him dying had kept him awake the past few days, he hardly slept at all.
He took a sip of his coffee and looked at the alarm clock, which read 5:00 am. The sun would soon be up and he'd had not a wink of sleep. He felt really silly being afraid of a dream, but he really couldn't help it.
He took a deep breath, "I need some fresh air." He stood and walked to the window.
It was an incredibly clear night. The stars were still bright, hanging in the dark blue sky. The ocean waves hit the shore the pulled away leaving the wet sand smooth.
After a while of staring at the view, Nick's eyelids grew heavy. He tried his best to keep them open but failed at the attemp. His eyes closed against his will. A sheet of darkness covered his eyesight and swrily forms appeared before him, slowly turning into a moving image, it was the image of the vivid dream.
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"No daddy, please don't!"
Her plea woke him up. "Fucking piece of shit!" He cursed. "What the hell is wrong with me?"
He took one look outside and saw a guy and a girl running side by side. He quickly shut his eyes. "It's just my imagination, it's just my imagination." He chanted for quite a while before opening his eyes.
The beach was empty. No footsteps were left imprinted on the sand to show a signal tha someone, anyone, had been there.
Dumbfounded by what he'd seen, Nick made his was back to the bed. Just to lie in it. He told himself. In silence he stared at the white wall before him. Again his eyelida got heavy.
"Stay awake" he mumbled the command.
His body didn't listen. Without realizing it he had fallen asleep. A dream came to him slowy, a different dream
"Don't do it!" She screamed from outside.
As he ran up the stairs he felt the panic in his heart. The food he's eaten earlier threatened to come up. In his mind he prayed he'd be able to do something to help. When he reached the top of the stairs he heard her scream. It was too late now...he knew. Regardless, he ran to her mother's bedroom....it was cold...and empty. He walked to the window and looked down onto the back deck. She was hovered over her mother's splattered body, crying quietly.
"I'm sorry Angela." he said, but she gave no sign that she heard him. His sight wandered from Anglea to her mother. The corpe's face turned to him and opened it's eyes. "Mom!"
He woke in a cold sweat.
"Nick!" Mary called.
"Mom?" He looked at her and relief flowed through out. "You're alive!"
She was a little taken aback about his comment but she decided to ignore it. "We're late, get dressed."
"Late for what?"
She was upset. "I can't believe you don't remember. We're going to Malibu High School to sign you up for the upcomming year."
He looked in his closet.
"Dress, we're late." She dropped a white dress shirt on his bed. "Wear your good black pants." She left.
The image of her dead body drifted back into his mind. He shuddered at the thought. A bad feeling nawed at him, it was like something bad was going to happen. He looked up at the ceiling.
"God, don't let anything happen to her."
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He stood infront of the mirror, fixing his hair. Outside his mom was already in the car. The horn sounded, he shook his head and went back to putting gel on his hair.
Moments later he heard angry footsteps ascending up the stairs. "Great, I really need mom to be angry at me." He talked to his reflection. The sound grew closer and the door swung open. Nick expected to see his mother barge in, but she didn't, no one did.
Mary honked again.
"Coming!" He yelled as he ran out of his room. He didn't stop running until he got to the car.
Mary noticed there was something strange about Nick. "What's wrong, you look like you've seen a ghost?"
He shook his head. "No..no ghost...not yet." He said the last part under his breath. The way things were going, it wouldn't be long before he actually got to see one.
"Nicky?"
He rolled his eyes, he really hated when she called him 'Nicky'.
"Are you doing drugs?" Mary said out of nowhere. "You've been acting different lately."
"Mom!" he said angrily. "I'm not doing drugs, just haven't been sleeping and it's starting to affect me."
She nodded and kept driving.