Chapter 41

Brielle's POV

That dream. I kept dreaming about the same thing over and over again. I couldn't sleep because that dream was tormenting me. I woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat. I was trying to catch my breath as if I had just run a marathon. I gripped my shirt in an attempt to calm down my racing heart. That dream kept getting horrible. It was not good. I still couldn't understand what everything was about.

Was it a dream or... is it some sort of memory? I was confused. Nothing made sense. Everything was on fire. A lot of things kept happening, and I couldn't keep up and could not understand. In the dream, I saw Blake and I. We were different. We seemed to love each other. There were moments of affection between us. But there was a third person. I had never seen this person before in my life, but he was in my dream. He swore to get revenge on Blake and me. Next thing, Blake was lying on the ground with a silver dagger in his heart. My hands were drenched in his blood, and I was horrified and heartbroken. I felt like I was dead inside.

Then suddenly, there was a big fire and screams of terror all around, dead bodies and spilled blood. It was sheer devastation. Whatever it was, it shook me to the core. I was still shaking as if I had relived the whole scene. I touched my face and I was wet. Tears? I was crying. I wiped my face and took calming breaths to try and stabilize myself. I looked out the window and the moon was bright and illuminating. I sighed. I won't be able to go back to sleep now. I got out of bed and went out of the room to go and get some water.

I went to the kitchen and got myself a glass of water. I drank a full glass and got a second one. The chilled tap water managed to get me calm though I was still in a daze. I put the glass away and went back to my room. It was now 3 am. Just a few more hours until daybreak. I sat on my bed and hugged my knees to my chest. I glanced at my phone on the bedside table, contemplating where I should call Blake.

I decided against it. He surely would be awake. I don't want to disturb his rest just because of a bad dream. It's a bad stupid dream. Yes. I shouldn't bother with it much. I was about to lay back on the bed and try to get back to sleep and just then, my phone rang. I picked up my phone and the one calling was none other than Blake. It was fascinating how I was just thinking about him and he decided to call me. I eagerly picked up the call.

" Hello," I said with a whisper. The walls are thin. I don't want my grandparents to wake up.

" Hey, Brie. Are you awake?" Blake's voice came through the phone, instantly putting my troubled heart at ease.

" Yes, I am. I woke up a while ago."

" Are you having trouble sleeping?" He asks.

I hesitated for a second but I admitted it.

" Yes. I-I had a bad dream."

There was a brief sigh before he replied.

" A bad dream? Do you want to talk about it?"

Do I? I don't know what to say to him. I couldn't come up with the words I needed to say. I did realize that I took time to reply.

" Brielle? Are you still with me? Should I come over?"

" What? At this time?" I asked, bewildered by his offer. Deep down, I would really love him to be with me at this moment and comfort me, but it would be selfish to let him come to me at this moment. Even if he wants to.

Still, I smiled. I was touched by his concern.

" Yes. I can be there.. In about 5 minutes," he says.

" There is really no need to do that. I can manage, until I see you at school."

"Oh. Alright," he let out a sigh with a hint of disappointment.

" Just talk to me. I think I will be able to go back to sleep after hearing the sound of your voice."

Jeez. That sounded so cheesy, even to me. Not in a bad way. It's just something I never thought I would say. I blushed with embarrassment. Thank God he was not in front of me right now, or I would be looking like a very ripe tomato.

For the next hour or so, we talked about anything that came to mind. I think we got to know each other a bit more in that time. He told me that his mother nags him too much because she wants to meet me.

We have met before. During that incident with Blake's ex-girlfriend. It was a very unpleasant time. I wonder if that girl ended up. I rarely see her at school. I never see her at all. Anyway, Blake's mother wishes to see me in a casual setting and get to know me. Well, I am not ready to meet his mother yet, so I told him that, someday soon.

He agreed with what I said. He seemed to really love his mind and was secretly a mama's boy. That's one thing we had in common. Although I might not be a mama's girl, I love my mother so much. It's been a while since I talked to her. I wonder if she is doing okay. I decided to call her in the morning when I knew she was awake.

Our conversation went on for longer. I now know that he loves waffles with whipped cream and blueberry. He loves orange over coffee. It was cute. He kept talking, and I was intently listening to him. In the end, the sound of his voice lulled me to a peaceful slumber.