Moonlight, Chapter One

Moonlight1

chapter One, Nightmares.2

I'd never believed that you could fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, but I believe it now. I was so exhausted, it had been a very long day and it didn't help that I had been crying. I had come home from a hard day at school just to be sat down buy my mum and to be told that we're moving down to the place I hate most. And, that we're moving in with her boyfriend and his 16 year old son. Life is great.3

I closed my eyes and before I knew it, I was dreaming. I remember seeing my dream as clear as if it was really happening. I'll probably remember it for the rest of my life, it had so much meaning, yet I'll probably never fully understand it.4

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“Mama, where's Daddy?” The little girl was obviously distraught, tears were streaming from her eyes. She was very young, only about 5 years old. She was wearing a plain black frock that had a cute white sash which tied up into a beautiful bow at the back. Her long brown hair had been tied up into a lovely pony tail and she looked positively adorable. I looked at her deeply, mystified. She reminded me of someone, yet I do not know who. I stood right in front of her but she was completely oblivious to my presence. That was probably a good thing.6

Her mother, equally upset, hurried over to her daughter and hugged her tightly. It didn't take a genius to understand what had happened. The little girl's father had passed away. Such a tragedy for a girl so small. And now the mother must continue on being a parent, but a single parent at that, which would very difficult.7

“Mama?” The little girl's voice was quite and solemn.8

“Yes, my little Holly flower” This was getting weird. This little girl's father had passed just like mine, when I was five too. And her name was Holly, just like mine. I don't remember the funeral but my mum did always call me Holly flower, until I begged her to stop.9

“Has Daddy gone to Heaven?” The little girl sounded hopeful, despite the tears falling onto her cheeks.10

“My sweet. Of course he has. He's gone to a better place.” Her mother was still crying but not in the great sobs she was crying before. “Holly flower, I need to see the other relatives. Stay here, be safe. Remember, Daddy will always be watching over you” She walked off, her daughter seemingly unaware of the significance of those words.11

I was feeling confused. Was this little girl me? Was that what had happened all these years ago? The little girl, aka myself, turned to me. I was surprised. I thought she couldn't see me. She hadn't reacted before, nor had her mother or any of the other funeral goers. But now, she was staring at me.12

I looked behind me. But there was nothing there except a garden. I turned back to look at her and shouted aloud. She had moved. Instead of being a few meters away, she was now standing right in front of my face, merely inches away.13

“I can see you” She stated in a half hearted tone. “I know who you are.” That surprised me. I was sure that my emotion was displayed all across my face for anyone, epically the mini me, to see. 14

“Oh, really. I doubt that. Who do you think I am?” I tried not to sound worried, but I don't think it really worked. What if she really did know who I was? What if she did know that I am her, but just 8 years later?15

“You are me. I am you. We are one.” She said this in a melodramatic tone. Her expression was unrecognizable. Her face held no emotion. It was utterly blank. Nothing. Not even in her eyes. “We are one”. I had no idea why she repeated that; I'd heard her just fine.16

“Um, how do you know that?” I was feeling worried before, but now I was getting paranoid. I could feel the fear rising in my blood. I pushed a loose strand of hair back behind my ear and I brushed my hand against my skin. It was freezing. I was sure that wasn't natural.17

“Never live in the past. Look to the future. Never dwell on things that have happened, and will never happen again.” The scene started to spin and she and everyone else started to fade. I was so confused.18

“What?” I said to the growing void, not expecting an answer. I did get one, but not a very helpful one. 19

The last thing I ever heard the little girl say was “Be strong. Look to the future.” Her voice weak, lost amongst the spinning vortex.20

“Help! Help!” I was now floating, spinning, whirling around the room. The flow of air not wanting to stop. I kept spinning and spinning and my mind reliving the day my father died. The day when I saw him plonk down on the bed and never get up.21

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I woke with a start and relised I was crying. What an odd dream, I thought. More of a nightmare. Just then, while I was lost amongst my many thoughts, my mum rushed in.23

“What happened, Holly flower? Bad dream? You were screaming!” She sat down next to me and gave me a big hug. I was utterly confused. That wasn't a normal dream, or nightmare. It was different. I don't know how to explain it but, I was going to need a second opinion about it and what it really meant. But I knew mum wouldn't be much of a help.24

I hugged her back and said, “Yes, a bad dream, nothing more. Thanks mum, I'll be right now” She released me and wished me a good night. I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was 12:02. 25

Something in the back of mind felt uneasy, because that meant that at 12:00, the little girl had seen me. Creepy.26

I wasn't sure if I would be able to sleep, but I had a field trip tomorrow so I at least needed to try. I tucked myself back in bed and turned my light off. 27

I slept well for the rest of the night; no more dreams, no more nightmares. Except, in the back of my mind, I felt horribly uneasy. 28