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Once Upon A Dream

Once Upon A Dream

Auteur:Elleihsra

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Introduction
Allie, a shy-typed girl has an ability to predict some things especially bad things through her dreams. She discovered it after the car accident when she was 15 years old. Since Allie is very shy and introvert, how she will going to warn people whose in her dream? Is she going to tell the involved person or she will just ignore it?
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Chapitre

"Mom, please no. Don't leave me. Please!"

My mom is a victim of car accident, so am I. She was driving with her car while I'm with with her napping on the backseat. We will going to the province to visit my grandparents but all of a sudden, the other car hitted ours. My peaceful nap get disturbed and I saw my mom with my two naked eyes, she was unconscious and it has blood. I don't know what to do.

"Time of death: 4:00 pm"

My world stops. I'm trembling and I can't even say a word. My mom left me. I don't know how to start my day without her. She's my world, my strength and my happiness. I felt like I don't have strength left on my body. My tears can't stop falling not until I have realized something, I felt like it happened before. All of the event today including the accident seems familiar to me. Am I getting crazy or there is something happened on my brain cells due to car accident?

My grandma sent me home while grandpa and Aunt Alice handle my mom's hospital bill and her wake and early burial. As I entered our house, I feel like it is already empty and lifeless. How can I start my tomorrow knowing that my mom wasn't here with me anymore?

"Are you alright?" Grandma asked me and I give a sigh as an answer. Honestly, I don't want to talk or even start a conversation with anyone. "I want to rest", grandma nodded. "Okay, I will just cook dinner for us". I go upstairs and I walk straightly to my mom's room. I decided to take a shower and sleep to her bed while wearing her clothes.

The sunlight from the window hits my skin, I bet it is already morning. Wait... It's already morning? I forgot that grandma cooked dinner for us last night. Oh no! Why she didn't wake me up? As I go down the stairs and sneak into the kitchen to get some food, I remember that I dreamt last night but I can't remember it clearly. Instead of thinking too much about my dream, I just finish my meal so I can go to my mom's wake since grandma left a letter with an address and name of the funeral home on the table. Honestly, I still can't move on about what happened yesterday. Every part of the house reminds me of her most especially here in the kitchen. Even though my mom is not here anymore, I know my aunt and grandparents will foster and take care of me.