All of my energy enters my body again. I sprint from where I was lying, finding myself in my room. Soft golden light, that makes me squint my eyes, filters through the curtains.
I do not seem to notice my fast breathing at first. I just hear some footsteps approaching my bed. “Are you okay?” A voice I will always remember says. I twist my neck and look at Karla's worried face.
“You are bleeding Liam!”
What? I feel something under my nose. I touch my lips to then see my fingers covered in red. I tried not to panic, the nightmare I just had still projecting itself inside my head. That wasn't just a simple dream.
Karla left the room some seconds ago to have come back with a box of tissues and a glass of water. She takes some from the box and cleans my nose with care. Then, she proceeds to give me the glass of water she brought. I just take a sip of it, not really thirsty if you ask me.
“You were mumbling something earlier Liam, I heard some noise and entered your room. You look like if you didn't even have a proper night’s sleep.”
“I didn't. I had the weirdest dream ever. Just for it to turn into a nightmare.” I don't know how to explain it but it wasn't just a dream. It was like a memory seen from another point of view. My body feels tired, like if it had walked for hours, and I just have a headache now that everything has settled down.
“What was it about?” Karla asks me.
“I don't know where it was, but it was darkish, everything was old. And then this person killed him.” Karla just looks at me with a puzzled expression on her face.
“Who killed who?”
“I don't know, that's just what I dreamed. They didn't have faces.”
“Okay, okay. Let's not get our heads too much into it, it was just a weird dream”. Karla says in a calm voice.
“That made me bleed.” I flatly say.
“Let's not get to that conclusion. We don't properly know about your nosebleed.”
“Do I have superpowers now?” I try to attempt to lighten the mood but I totally failed while seeing Karla moving her head in disapproval.
“Let's make some breakfast. Eating something will make you feel better.
I get up from the bed and follow her to the kitchen.
She takes a pan from a cabinet, puts some oil on it, turns on the stove and puts it on one of the burners.
It reminds me of when our parents die. I was ten when that happened and I wasn't allowed to enter the kitchen due to the experiments I liked to run on there. Therefore, I didn't know how to make a boiled egg.
After that incident, Karla was the one that cooked for me. I vaguely remember that our dad was the one that used to do such things.
It's been ten years now, and she still likes to make breakfast for the both of us. Back then. This meal had sadness attached to it, our parents were dead. Nowadays, it's a reminder that we could overcome one of the worst chapters in our lives.
This Saturday morning was better than last night with its nightmare. After having breakfast, I went to sleep some more. No nightmares present for the rest of the day.
I still think about that dream though. I have some feelings regarding the things I saw. The forest, the letter, Arthur ,and the secrets that this situation brings. Was I intoxicated or something? Did I watch a movie with an 1800’s ambience? I don't think so. Also, the blurred faces.
“Liam, don't overthink it. It was just a dream.” Karla says while sitting on the couch. I want to think that. Anyways there are other things to do than fretting over such things.
“Hey, what's up with this dude Tom?”
“I don't know.” she answers with a nonchalant tone, taking some popcorn from a bowl and eating it.
“You really are a man-eater. You were dancing a week ago with him in the living room!” She just laughs and shrugs her shoulders. Can you believe her?
Well, she can do whatever she wants.
“How are things in the restaurant?” I ask.
“Everything is going well. However, I didn’t know your friend worked at the hotel that just opened some weeks ago.”
“He told me about that. I hope he does well there. He uses the money for college.” Some time ago, he said his parents couldn't afford all the things he needs.
“Well, I’d like us to go there…” Karla distantly announces, she is starting to doze off. More likely, she will be taking a nap.
Now that she is gone “theoretically”, I go back to my memories and the red tree comes to my mind, there must be a place where that thing stands nowadays.
But, where? If the dream that I had wasn't just that “a dream”, then something must happen in order for me to know what happened and why I am the one that is seeing such things.
Perhaps, I am just losing my mind or I am overreacting over things that I don't even know about.
Anyways, I should have some rest now that I can.
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“But I love you.” the protagonist says from the Tv. I cannot believe what I am watching right now. I swear that sometimes these kinds of things follow me wherever I go.
“I love you too, but it is not possible.” What the HELL is not possible? I cannot believe that the biggest issue in this relationship is that they work in the same company, and dating is not allowed. Sometimes I wonder what the writers are thinking. It is not that dangerous to date with those conditions, is it?
“We have to stop this before it grows.” Alright, end it then. Make it with that ending.
*Ploc, ploc*
The pipe must be leaking again, I think to myself. We have to get it checked. Last time the drops accumulated themselves and flooded the whole kitchen, and I don't really want to mop all the floor again. It was exhausting to ever think about it.
*Ploc ploc*
Should I go and see if it is that bad? I am feeling pretty comfortable right now that I do not want to go.
“Then, What will we do? We have to be careful then?” What do you have to be careful about? People will not care. Josh, do you really think that your workmates will tell the CEO what is going on between you and Roxane? No they won’t, except for Miranda, she obviously hates your guts.
*Ploc ploc*
“Roxane, don't go yet, there is still time before lunch ends.” Josh, don't push your luck, you know how many times we ignore the signals and things go beyond our control?
Well, here they go. Josh, why don't you obey?
*Ploc ploc*
They start to kiss and I think to myself how irresponsible they are. Aren't they supposed to be careful at work? Couldn,t they wait? You ignorant, don't you know about the butterfly effect.
The door suddenly opens and Miranda…
*BUMMMMM*
“What was that?” Karla says in a hurried tone, waking up from her nap time.
“Was that an explosion?” I say. I swear that sound came from the basement”
*shhhshshhshshshshshshshshshshshhshs*
“What is that sound? Is it coming from the basement Liam?” Uppsssss, I should have checked the pipe.
We go straight to the basement to see If something felt and…
“Oh my god, liam.”
“Is that possible?”
The whole basement is flooded, water is everywhere and a lot of things in there got damaged by them. But that is not the thing that is worrying me. One of the walls is totally wrecked, as if it had been hammered hundreds of times. In addition, water is pouring from the walls.
The room is totally destroyed.
“Well, I accept your invitation to the new hotel in town.”
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