He bribes me. For 9 straight days he bribes me. With food, clothing, jewelry, everything. So finally, on the 10th day, I give in.

"You're forgiven!" I scream on the last day, tired of his endless talking and ass kissing.

"No no no, you don't get it, when Alice falls down the rabid hole, it's all a dream." He stops talking about Alice In Wonderland, looking at me in confusion.

"You forgive me?" His eyes shine with hope.

"Yes, farthead. I forgive you now shut up and stop being so annoying." I laugh, giving him a teasing punch on the shoulder.

"For real? Like you're not lying to me are you?" He doesn't wait for an answer before he squishes me into a bear hug. "Finalllyyyyy." He laughs, refusing to let go.

"If you don't let go I'll take back my forgiveness." I warn him. He just laughs but thankfully let's me go.

I pick up my bag from the ground and make a route towards home.

"Where you going?" He catches up with me and walks along side me.

"Home. I have a headache and I'm tired." I tell him a semi-truth. In all honesty, I just need alone time. Without him.

"You want me to just drive you? My car is parked in the parking lot." He suggest and I ponder on it before nodding my head and turning towards his truck. A childish grin on my face.

"Last one to the car is a rotten egg!"

I take off running towards his car, just a second ahead of him. I force myself to breath in my nose, out my mouth. In, out. In, out. Just like the doctor said. Sooner than I could believe, I had touched the car, and beaten the star quarterback football player of River Banks High. I could literally get a metal for this.

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Three hours later, I'm laying on my bed, praying for death. I feel like I've been hit by a bus. Having taken plenty of pain pills, I force myself to close my eyes and sleep. At first, I don't dream at all, I simply see black like I normally do. Then it changes, not into a dream but into my past reality.

"Elizabeth!" I scream, fighting for air while trying to pull my twin up to the air.

"Liz! Look at me!" I put her in the little bit of air we had left in the sinking car, tapping my sister's face lightly but firmly.

"Lizzy... please you have to wake up!" I sob, tears become waterfalls down my cheeks but before I can do or say anymore, I'm being tugged down.

And down...

And down...

And down...

And down..

Until everything is completely black. I try to breathe but the water fills my lung with a burn. I see my sister's face flash back in my mind, the blood on my hands from her head, her silly goofy smile on our 8th birthday. Every memory floods me. And then everything turns orange. And I see mom and dad and Elizabeth. In the burning car, screaming my name, screaming for me to help. I cannot move. I am forced to watch them die.

"Rebecca wake up!"

"Wake up!"

"Rebecca." I register Clarissa's voice, jolting awak. Turing a just in time, I start to vomit into my trashcan.

After I clam down and the mess is all cleaned, Clarissa sits beside me on my bed and pulls my head into her lap, gently stroking and playing with my hair, the way mom used to when I was little.

"I thought you told me the nightmares stop." Is the first thing she says to me.

"They did... or at least for a while. I haven't had one in a while. The med normally help... I forgot to take them before I went to bed." I confess, realizing why I felt so bad.

"Everyone has nightmares occasionally. And it's okay to be scared." She strokes my head lightly. "It wasn't Ben this time was it?" She asks, cautiously.

I shake my head, replaying the small bit of my dream I remember.

"I'm sorry sweetie." She mutters, softly starting to hum while running her fingers through my hair. The way my mom used to when I'm upset. I doze off to the soft sounds of Clarissa's singing, drifting into sleep.

I don't remember anything about that happened last night. Waking up full and fresh. Jumping up, I I take a world record shower, before combing my hair and styling it into a tight bun on the top of my head. I leave a few stray hairs to frame my face and put alittle mascara on to make my eyes pop. I pick out my favorite flowy, winter blue shirt, my ripped and faded skinny jeans, and my pair of white converse.

I grab my bag and quickly stuff my things into it before heading down stairs to breakfast.

"Morning, Aunt Claire." I drop my book bag by the door and grab a few pieces of her homemade bread and spread some butter on it.

"You seem cheerful this morning." She eyes me over her newspaper, thinking I can't see her watching me.

I just feel like I had a great night. Great sleep, no dream, I slept like a baby. I munch on my bread and fix her a cup of coffee.

"I gotta run." I swallow my last piece of bread, grab my own coffee mug before sitting hers in front of her. I press a kiss to her head and head out the door. On the way, I realize my math homework was due today. And I have no clue how to do it.

So I park in my normal spot, but instead of going straight to my locker, I head to the library. Time to get my math on.

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~Marissa