8. THE SPROUNDS
WHEN I WOKE UP ONE NIGHT, I found my hair untidy, and I thought I had combed my hair before I went to sleep. It’s not real, I assured myself. But I had a few reasons for it to be real. First was my hair being untidy—maybe I was just like possessed by a demon that was why it became like that. Second, I could really feel the wind that struck my face when the two lightnings collide. And third, the voices came to me solidly.
When breakfast came, I was totally bothered with all the dreams I had. They kept popping inside my head. I tried to keep them out every time, but forgetting them was not that easy as what I had known.
I looked wary, I thought. Even my mom had noticed it. And that was why she asked me what was wrong. “Nothing,” I just whispered. She nodded once and ate her food now. They were all done when I began to take the first spoonful of steak. And then I quickly darted into my room with my head looking down at my feet.
My hands were crossed between my legs. I held my right leg with my left hand and my right hand to my left leg. My chin rested on my knees. I thought about the dream. Come here, Rachel. Embrace your death, because, right now, you’re going to have it.
It was a moment later when I hopped off my bed and headed for my phone. I quickly dialed Jared’s number, and, after a few seconds, Jared’s voice finally spoke.
“Hello?” I said, my voice slightly trembling.
“Rachel?” he whispered. “Why did call?”
I sighed deep and paused. I wasn’t sure exactly what to tell him. Should I tell him all about my dreams? Should I tell him even though it was hard for him to believe me? Should I just talk to him with a different subject? What?
But instead of contemplating all these, I had found the right words already. “I have to tell you something.”
I bit my lower lip, thinking.
“Is there something wrong?” he asked, his voice turning eerie now. “Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me.” It was almost a whisper. I was abruptly confused now. I didn’t know what to say exactly to him.
“Jared,” I murmured, “if I tell you something unbelievable,”—I cleared my throat loudly—“would you still listen?”
“What d’you mean?”
“Oh, because I had a crazy dream and they felt so real. It’s been showing up to me for a week already. And it seems like I was out of my bed and they were happening in reality. But can dreams be true?”
I waited him to respond. Just then, I heard him chuckle over the phone. “What?” He barked, but not so loudly. I thought he wanted me to repeat it again, but he suddenly spoke and I was totally cut off. “Maybe you were sleep-walking that time.”
“No,” I said quickly. “I mean, they were actually real. Last week when I fell asleep, that dream showed up. And it’s not going to stop now.”
“You having a nightmare?”
“I think so. But I can’t be sure. It’s real, I guess, and I do think it’s not a nightmare.”
“So you’re trying to convince me that it’s not a dream?”
I nodded, but then I realized I was talking to him in the phone. “Yeah,” I muttered softly. “If you could just experience the thing I am telling you.”
He sighed. “I can’t believe directly into your story. But I could help you with that. Now, don’t be afraid.”
I allowed his words to flow down my spine like a torrent. For a moment, he repeated the last words again. “Don’t be afraid.” I suddenly felt relief in my chest. “It will come to an end. Don’t be afraid.”
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Rachel Stanton and The Darkest Night
RomanceRachel Stanton has lived a normal life. She knows it is at peace already. But when she suddenly finds out all the danger waiting on her way, she’ll now face the terrible circumstances that will change everything between her, her family, her friends...