Ghost
These Issues..
"Angel?" I turned around to see one of my best friends, Jase.
"What?" I asked, a little irritated.
"Are you ok?" Jase asked, looking as if he wanted to give me a hug, but he didn't.
"Of course." I said, looking down at my shoes. Mens' loafers. Best shoes ever.
"You know, you can always talk to me about your dreams, Angel." Jase said before boarding the plane. I sighed, following him. I knew that. I knew that I could also talk to Nix. But the things I saw were scary. They weren't pleasant. I hated when Nix took cases, because I always began having dreams about them. I didn't know exactly what was going to happen in Huntington, but I had an idea. And I couldn't stop it.
"This is gonna be a long ride." Nix said as I took the seat next to her.
"I'm fucking going to sleep." I smiled lightly.
"Get some sleep, Angel. You look like a zombie." Nix said before closing her eyes. I sighed and layed back. I had no intentions of sleeping, though. My dreams were getting worse and worse. It'd been two days since I'd slept, and it was getting harder to avoid it. Eventually, sleep overcame me.
"Is this what you wanted, Abigail?" He demanded, staring straight at me, the shiny gun in his hand.
"This is what you fucking wanted, right?"
"No." I screamed, shaking uncontrollably.
"No."
"Don't lie, Abigail. You can't lie to me, and you know that."
"Don't do this." I begged, tears leaking from my eyes.
"Too late." He stated, pulling the trigger.
"Angel!" I sat up quickly, breathless. Tears were pouring out of my eyes.
"What was that?" Jase demanded.
"What was your dream, Angel?" Nix asked softly, staring at me with concern in her eyes.
"I...I don't know." I answered. And I didn't.
"What?" I asked, a little irritated.
"Are you ok?" Jase asked, looking as if he wanted to give me a hug, but he didn't.
"Of course." I said, looking down at my shoes. Mens' loafers. Best shoes ever.
"You know, you can always talk to me about your dreams, Angel." Jase said before boarding the plane. I sighed, following him. I knew that. I knew that I could also talk to Nix. But the things I saw were scary. They weren't pleasant. I hated when Nix took cases, because I always began having dreams about them. I didn't know exactly what was going to happen in Huntington, but I had an idea. And I couldn't stop it.
"This is gonna be a long ride." Nix said as I took the seat next to her.
"I'm fucking going to sleep." I smiled lightly.
"Get some sleep, Angel. You look like a zombie." Nix said before closing her eyes. I sighed and layed back. I had no intentions of sleeping, though. My dreams were getting worse and worse. It'd been two days since I'd slept, and it was getting harder to avoid it. Eventually, sleep overcame me.
"Is this what you wanted, Abigail?" He demanded, staring straight at me, the shiny gun in his hand.
"This is what you fucking wanted, right?"
"No." I screamed, shaking uncontrollably.
"No."
"Don't lie, Abigail. You can't lie to me, and you know that."
"Don't do this." I begged, tears leaking from my eyes.
"Too late." He stated, pulling the trigger.
"Angel!" I sat up quickly, breathless. Tears were pouring out of my eyes.
"What was that?" Jase demanded.
"What was your dream, Angel?" Nix asked softly, staring at me with concern in her eyes.
"I...I don't know." I answered. And I didn't.
Aww. It's ok. I understand.
4/11/13