| Only A Dream Author: Kathryn Valmont Rating: PG-13 I felt someone touch my head. "Wake up." "I can't. I can't go back to Manchester. Not ever," I replied. Ever since Sebastian's journal had exposed me my life is a ruin. I sat up in my bed as I rubbed my eyes. I finally opened them. "Mother fucker! What the hell? You died!" I was met with one of Sebastian's smirks. "That's nice. Get dressed so we can eat." He left as I walked into the bathroom. As the water beat down on my head it all came together. It had all been a dream. Jesus Christ! Sebastian will never let me hear the end of it. "I died," said Sebastian in a mocking voice. "Fuck off," I shouted back. "Wishful thinking, or are you planning on killing me," asked Sebastian. I knew he wasn't going to let this go. "I always knew you were fucked up," said Sebastian. "Look, I had a fucking dream that seemed real." A gave him one of my evil smiles. "Oh that's something I should add in my journal," he said. "This year is going to be different," I muttered. I was a new person. He looked up from his writing. "Why the fuck would you do that," he asked. "Because I'm a fucked up person," I said. What the hell is wrong with me? What was with the emotional shit? "Well that's true," he said. "Fuck you," he said. "You can't change. We're two of a kind," he said. That's what I told him in my dream. "That's a bad thing," I said. I got up and went into my room. I knew he was going to follow. "What the fuck is up your ass," he demanded. "I had this dream. We made this bet. I played you or something like that. You fell in love with this girl named Annette." He scoffed. "I don't fall in love. Who the hell is Annette anyways. It was only a dream. I nodded my head. It had only been a dream. It was the first day of Manchester. Usually I am so calm and collected. What if it wasn't just a dream. I half expected people to walk by me with angry expressions. I can see that part of the dream the clearest. But people were their normal fucked up selves. I expected that at any minute Cecile would hand me a copy of cruel intentions. That didn't happen. Today was just like every other day. Everyone loved me like they always do. 'Get it together,' I ordered myself as I walked to the limo that takes us home. I was not about to look over at Sebastian. He was probably enjoying himself. I bet he was loving the way that his usual cool and composed step sister was a wreck. I looked over at him. "What?" "Come in," I called. Sebastian came in. He had a package in his hands. I held the package trying to think of what the fuck he was up to now. "It's not a bomb. I'm not trying to kill you." He rolled his eyes at me. "What's inside. I'm sure you didn't go to the store to buy me a present," I said sarcastically. "Jesus Christ! Would you open the fucking thing?" I slowly began to open it. I thumbed through the book. It was a copy of his journal. He turned around. "God, what is wrong with me? It's just all day you've been a basket case and I thought it would make you feel better. You were nervous and I knew it had something to do with my journal," said Sebastian. I smiled, a real smile, as I read what it said about me. There are many ways to describe her. She's in every way like me. She can be a true bitch, but if you're on her side and she's on yours she isn't so bad. He began to leave the room. "Sebastian? Come here," I said. He sat next to me on my bed. "What?" "If I were anyone other girl would you expect me to say thankyou," I asked. "Would you want to," he asked. "Maybe. So I'm going to attempt a thank you," I said. "And I'm going to attempt an you're welcome." I felt closer to him than I ever had. We couldn't even look at each other. "Well I have a date to go on. You know, probably a bad fuck after I'm done," he said. "Sebastian?" "Yeah?" "Never mind. I'll see you later." The end. |