Chatterbox: Inkwell

                                   Chapter 2: Dreams

     I can’t see straight, I’m dizzy and the entire room is spinning... I’m laying in my bed, staring at the roof, only it’s not the roof, it’s an entire galaxy with sunset filled clouds scattered across it and tiny stars, so far away that they look almost totally insignificant. The view was beautiful for a second, before I remembered where this was. I shot up only to find chains holding me tightly to my bed, my glasses were usually on the bedside table beside me, but someone had put them on me before I woke up, I looked around and saw myself in a meadow

“No... Not here... Not now.” I whispered to myself.

Two little girls ran into the meadow, one was laughing and skipping all the way until they settled down in a spot right next to me... Right in plain sight... I can’t look, what I can’t see can’t hurt me.

“Isn’t it pretty out tonight?” The little brunette girl asked.

I couldn’t help it... I needed to look, my head swiveled violently to look at the children.

“Yeah... Sure, whatever.” The little blonde girl replied in a sad tone.

“Don’t do it... Don’t ask what’s-“

“What’s wrong?” The little brunette girl asked.

“Listen, I cant hang out right now, bye.” The blonde girl said.

“ Well, I’ll see you another day then?” The brunette girl said with a smile.

“Don’t say that...” The blonde girl said tearfully.

“A-Allie... What do you mean? Why can’t I-“ The brunette girl started to tear up as she watched her friend run away.

“Allie!” The brunette girl screamed, she tried to stand up, but it was useless, her knees wouldn’t let her stand up...

     I didn’t notice it at first, but I was crying... So was the brunette girl...

“I’m sorry, Alice, she was fake... But you were too young to know any better, weren’t you?” I said.

     I closed my eyes and the chains fell off of my wrists, I have this dream every night, now my bed will disappear and I will find myself at the old bridge in the forest that I always go to. I will be standing there, minding my business, when someone pushes me over, and I’ll be forced to relive the childhood memories I wish to forget the most... I loved, I lost, I was abandoned, and most importantly, I grew up... I became more mature... Isn’t that what counts? Now that I’m older, I should be able to find it easy to let go, but that’s not the case... They always told me it was, the adults told me that... Now look where I am, lonely, disappointed, and full of bad memories I bottled up, hoping to just be able to let go when I reached this age... I guess I’ll have to find something to do with all these bottles of memories, huh?

     This run of the dream went by faster than usual... But it also unfurled more memories... Bad ones... The ones I kept in bottles, the old bottles covered in dust and cobwebs were being unearthed and dumped onto a table for me to stare at. I wasn’t phased by any of them... It was the memory of me and Allie that will always make me cry... I was so young... I guess I must have somehow earned what was coming... Somehow...