Sweat trickled down my face making my fuzzy chestnut hair slick and sticky as it plastered my head. My heart pounded against my chest like a trapped humming bird waiting to be liberated and crashed againts my ribs. I looked down to see every limb intact and the sheet drenched in the salty sweat.
That was crazy.
Tally had always said not to be afraid of it; Dreamwalking that is. She said that it was a gift from God. I was skeptical of course. She only said that because she was not a freak like me.
Ever since I was little, I lived with Tally and her husband John. My parents were dead and Tally was the only person who offered to raise me. She was not a mother, but she was a close friend of mine. She was a bit essentric and controling, but she was my best friend.
On my tenth birthday, I was walking in the park with my friend when suddenly, I could not feel my legs any longer. The sensation went up my body until I was emerged in the darkness and had no life raft. Then, I was in a kingdom. How I got there, I had no clue.
Later, when the dream let go of me, I informed Tally. She packed our stuff up the next day while I was at school, and we moved the next day.
That was the first dream I ever walked into.
The next one was John's. He was sitting with a pretty blonde at a bar, buying her a martini. I only saw the back of her head, but the bar looked rustic, like it could have been in Arizona or something.
John glanced over at me and his eyes widened.
"Aislinn," he exclaimed.
Suddenly, the blonde disappeared. There was only John and I left in the rustic bar. He looked at me in shock.
"What are you doing here," he asked, bewildered.
I looked around me nervously and looked down. "I don't know. I closed my eyes to sleep, then I was here."
He grabbed my hand and started dragging me toward the exit. "Look, about that girl..." he trailed off.
"Who was she," I asked.
"A friend from long ago. Just someone I wished I never lost touch of, for your sake."
That was the end of the dream. Later, he explained to me that I was a dreamwalker and if I wanted to find out more about my ability, I was to call the number he put in my photo album somewhere. But immediately after he said that, I went and looked and never found the number.
Tonight's nightmare assured me I was doing the right thing. I was going to reinvent my self. If I could not get rid of the handicap, I was going to hide it.
We moved a few more times over the course of seven years. Each place we moved,
I was persecuted and/or despised just for being there. It was like, they could smell something unnatural, or I was too noisy for them. I had no friends, except Tally and John.
I turned toward my nightstand ot peer at the clock. 3:17 am. I sighed.
Today was going to be a long day.
With a backpack on my back and my head down, I made my way into the newly refurbished high school. A bobcat greeted students as the crossed the threshold and sauntered into the lobby. I stopped and glared at the animal.
As I studied the statue, I glanced up and met a dark haired, emerald eyed boy's glare. He was staring at me intensly as if he had a purpose for the hate already.
I thought this time I was reinventing myself, but clearly it was going to repeat like it always does.
I could not look away from the kid. He glared and glared and glared. I am not going to lie, this guy was the most attractive guy I had ever seen. But for goodness sakes, had he no shame?
Finally, he looked away and walked on. I let out the breath I was holding and strutted toward the main office.
Suddenly, my foot wrpped around something and I flew foward and skidded along the floor. I looked at the floor, then started to push myself up. Two hands grabbed my shoulders and helped me to my feet.
"Sorry," a gruff voice said as I turned toward it.
"It's fine," I said brushing myself off. "This stuff happens to me all the ti---."
There he was. The perfectly heart face with pale skin, dark geargeous hair, and those emerald eyes that were pointedly looking at me were right there infront of me.
"I hope that stops," he said and walked off.
I stared at him in wonder. Who was he and what was I to do with him?