The Dream of Aaron
Last night I dreamt a crazy dream. There were people, a lot of people. Looking around I realized we were in a school… I was walking to go to use the bathroom, conventionally located straight down the hall. When I got there, I noticed when I looked up that there was a sign that read ‘unisex restroom’ which didn’t make sense. Of course next to the text (darn my poor English!) on the left were two blue symbols, one male and of course the other female. As I went to use one I noticed the door was strange- It folded like paper caterpillar. You know, the ones we made in kindergarten? This was strange to me, so I stepped back and immediately a blonde girl brushed past me to rush into the bathroom stall. I of course went to another. Before I reached the stall closest to the back wall, this Indian guy, Dennis popped out of the one next door, in his right hand a vial and in the left was a syringe, He said in some way or another that he was using the drugs, he had obviously shot up.
»Flash to Reality: I am scared of drugs. Especially heroin, crack, cocaine, meth, pills- I’d never do them. I don’t like being around them. I just can not!«
He tried to put the needle in my arm. He tried to taint me. I ran back out the door from which I had came. Running, and running, by now there were what seemed like hundreds of people in the hall, and within a matter of seconds Dennis had quickly caught up to me grabbing me, pulling me by my arm- I slammed his face back crying hysterically.
“Help me- Somebody help!,” I pleaded as I continued running trying to open one of locked classroom doors. It was like nobody could hear me. Everyone was talking, and going to wherever they were going all laughs and smiles. By the time I turned around Dennis was right there, he had me cornered.
“No!,” I screamed trying to shove him away from me. That’s when magically he appeared- Aaron…red hair and all. He wouldn’t accept this. He stabbed him with the needle and sent the vial crashing into the floor. I immediately taking shelter behind him like a frightened child. His tall slender physique… I felt warm. I felt protected. He felt like home. The one I wish I always had….
When I woke, I broke free from fear…From silence, I broke free from phobia, paranoia, and corruption. I woke with something much worse. A sweet dull aching paint filled me, the same way it did the moment I knew he, in real life, would leave me. I wanted to cry. I just wanted to hate him in that moment, but in all my woman, I knew I could not. Dear Aaron, you hurt me in more ways than you will ever know. I pathetically am here scribbling into my journal… Should he appear before me in this very bed room I know I would never be able to utter not one word in protest.
Painfully Yours,
Kyanna
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