Wednesday, November 30, 2005 || The Dream
- Post edited! Cause I'm too lazy to create a new one!
Okay, so I am extremely traumatized, scared and pissed off right now. I've just realized that I lost my form four biology book ... And you all know what that means. Hmphh, I am SO DEAD!
And when I'm stressed ... I write. Music is my therapy, and writing is my remedy.
Literally. Though sad to say, I'm not very good at both. :(
*cracks knuckles* Time to de-stress!
I doubt that this'll be any good, since its written under a LOT of stress and trauma. T.T
'Tick-tock, tick-tock, time is fleeting, beat the clock ...'
Samantha woke up with a gasp. Cracked, gray ceilings greeted her eyes as her mind drifted to The Dream again. She felt cold sweat trickling down her back and she held her blanket close to her naked body, trying to bask in the temporary warmth the piece of fabric provided.
'Why do I feel so sore all over?' Samantha wondered, rubbing her eyes as she slowly moved away from her bed. It was cold, and it was dark. She reached for the light switch, and turned it on, but only a dim, flickering light was produced. She shrugged, and turned around --- only to gaze at her reflection in her mirror, which made her gasp.
A petite girl with long, wavy hair and huge, doe-like eyes gazed back at her. There were bruises on her neck. Bruises, which were not self-inflicted, yet she had no recollection of how they'd gotten there.
Another mystery.
Another unanswered question.
And the dreams ... So real, so tangible. Yet, they were only dreams. The very same dream that replayed itself in the depths of her mind over and over again ......
'Tick-tock, Tick-tock ... Time is fleeting, beat the clock.'
***
"Are you enjoying your meal, child?" Samantha's grandmother asked her, gazing at her over horn-rimmed glasses while sipping her english tea. Samantha tentatively chewed at her garlic bread and smiled brightly at her grandmother.
"Yes, grandma. You know how much I love your garlic bread." she chirped, feeling young and happy, as though she was 11 again.
"You really ought to bring your friend, Celeste, back for tea more often. Such a darling, that girl is. Mightily talented young one too. Why, if there'd be anyone I'd admit to be better at singing that our Samantha, it'd be her!" her grandmother mused, beaming at Samantha while she poured another cup of tea for herself.
'No ... NO!' Samantha's mind screamed out in agony.
And The Dream faded, and was replaced.
"Celeste, why am I always in your shadow?" Samantha softly mumbled while twirling her hair. She was sitting on a swing, in a deserted park, watching the pigeons feed themselves with the bread crumbs she scattered on the grass.
"What do you mean, Sam?" Celeste asked, widening her beautiful hazel eyes at her best friend.
"You're better than me in everything we do. Singing, painting, dancing ...... I try as hard as I can, but I never seem to be as good as you!" Samantha answered, as a single tear emitted from her eyes.
"You're my best friend, and I love you Sam. It's not important who's better."
"Friends till the end?"
"Pinky swear!"
The laughter, the park, and everything else began to fade ......
***
She found herself in a dark forest, running along a pathway that seemed to be endless. Tree branches scratched at her face, while her bare feet were cut by splinters and stones.
She stopped. And the owls hooted.
"Where am I?" Samantha asked aloud, her heart pounding in fear and trepidation, as she gazed at the shadows that surrounded her. Unidentifiable silhouettes blurred her vision while cacophonous sounds heightened themselves in her ears.
"Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?!?!?!" She screamed out.
She fell to her knees, feeling weak. "My grandmother is dead ....... And so is Celeste! Why are you doing this to me!" she yelled as she punched her fist to the ground.
She let out an ear-deafening scream.
The owls hooted and the shadowy figures swayed.
And suddenly.
Silence.
***
Samantha snapped out of her reverie. She gazed at the mirror again, and this time, she could clearly see that her eyes were bloodshot. She fell to her knees and weeped. Gut-wrenching sobs that made her shoulders tremble as she howled.
Suddenly, she felt strong arms around her. Familiar arms.
"Sam ... are you okay? Don't worry, baby, I'm here. Hush now ..." David cooed, while he rocked her in his arms. Darling, dearest David, who was always there for her. David, Celeste's cousin, whom she met in choir.
David, the only man who understood her. And the only man she ever loved.
She shakily smiled up at his handsome, chiseled face . "I didn't kill her, Dave ..." she whispered. "I didn't ..."
"Hush, baby, its not your fault." David whispered into her ears. Words of comfort she needed to hear. Samantha closed her eyes and cuddled against David. Images of the accident, Celeste's screams, and blood still replayed themselves in her mind, but she shut them out.
David knew that she didn't kill Celeste on purpose, and it was all that mattered.
"Hush, now, don't you cry ... There will be a better day, I promise you ..." David softly sang as he hugged her. She always loved his voice. Soronous, eloquent and altogether lovely.
It was his voice that made Celeste and Samantha fall in love with him. It was his voice that made them fight.
Samantha snuggled against David, feeling at peace now that it was all over...
'... Tick-tock, tick-tock, time has run out, you can't beat the clock ... ' David softly sang. Samantha snapped her eyes open and gaped at David. There was a strange glint in his eyes ... the same glint that was in Celeste's eyes the night Celeste wanted to kill her.
She screamed.
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I have no idea where I got the 'inspiration' for this. And yes, it doesn't seem to make much sense, cause I wanted it to be ambiguous ... somewhat. So its up to you to decide its message. =D
Happy birthday, Daddy! And also, happy 18th birthday to Darien!
Edited: W00T my much-dreaded BIO is over!!!
Erm, well, I did not study form four AT ALL (hence the lack of ANY revision books) and I barely touched form five, so yeah, the paper was possibly the worst bio paper I ever sat for in my life. And considering how I usually fail bio, despite my 'best' efforts, this SO DOES NOT LOOK GOOD ... =(((
But! It's over!! Wheee! *dances around* On Friday, there'll only be EST, and that doesn't require any revision!
And now the question is this ......
What's next? O_o
