• Tears Falling On My Broken Heart emotion_heartbroken


    “Sometimes, I wish it would just go away. It's so hard for her to live like this,” A voice said.

    And then another said, “Wow, it must be rough on her. I can't imagine seeing what she can.”

    What are these people talking about? Are they talking about me? I asked myself quietly. How do they know about what I see? I haven't told anybody.

    I couldn't see them, so I didn't know who they were or what they looked like. But I did know what they sounded like. That didn't help much. Who they were was still a mystery to me.

    Somewhere in my subconscious mind, I knew I was dreaming. I could not force myself to wake up, but I knew I would soon. The only dreams that I could ever seem to remember where the ones I had right before I woke up. Or parts of them, anyways. The weird thing about dreams is that sometimes when you're conscious enough to realize you're dreaming, you can control what you do in those dreams. Not this time, unfortunately. I could only control my eyes.

    I struggled to keep my eyes shut, for if I opened them, I might know who these people were. And though I did want to know who they were, I was scared. Scared that if I opened my eyes I would recognize these people. That I would learn that this dream wasn't a dream at all, that this was my reality and not part of my imagination. And if that where the case, I would not remember anything about my previous life before this. Now that is a scary thought.

    I couldn't hold my eyes closed any longer. My eyes fluttered open and I looked around the room. There were two females wearing mini skirts and bright colored polo shirts.

    They turned around and I saw their faces.


    My eyes snapped open. I found myself in a familiar place. There were no people around me, I was alone in my room. I looked up at the ceiling and saw the glow-in-the-dark stars I had put up there when I was younger. The stars weren't going to be mine after tomorrow night, my family and me were going to move closer to the schools (to help global warming or something like that).

    The rest of my family was going to move today and I could stay here and say goodbye to the house that would no longer be ours. I was going to throw a party with my friends. Not a wild party, though. I was going to leave in the wee hours of the morning, so I couldn't really clean up a big mess before I had to leave. I may not be moving far, but whenever I have an excuse, I throw a party. No booze or Dust or anything like that, I'm only fourteen.

    No. No. No, no, no! I could not be distracted from what I had just seen.