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Dreams - What do they mean
Story published June 30, 2013 · completed · 5 pages · 49 readers · 55 reads
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I woke up to a horrible scream. It was loud and shrill, and, as I soon realized, mine. I was shaking in a cold sweat from this recurring nightmare of mine. I got up to go get a glass of water to calm my nerves before I went back to sleep. The longer I was awake the more faded the dream became. Something about a knife with blood, and that’s all I could ever remember. I look over at my digital clock on my nightstand. 2:54. I really need to get back to sleep, I thought to myself.  I need all the energy I can get for Trevor’s hearing tonight. I downed the glass of water, wrote in the little journal that my psychologist had told me to write whatever I remembered from my nightmare, and settled down inside my covers to go back to sleep.

I move deeper and deeper into my sleep. I’m completely relaxed until I see these black, beady eyes. There is a glint of red in them and they seem to be, almost, hungry. Hungry for blood. I look down and there is a body lying there, dead with 19 stab wounds to the chest. I look back up and start backing away from this murderer who just murdered someone that I seem to know. I turn and run. And run. All of a sudden I trip and fall through the floor into this white box. All I can see is white.

Suddenly a voice that does not seem to be coming from anywhere says, “Claire, you are here to watch Trevor Mendoff’s trial. As you might be able to see, no one else has come, so you are going to have this room to yourself. Now on the wall in front of you, you will see the trial start in a few minutes.”

A soft background music begins to play and I start to bounce my leg to the rhythm. Suddenly the music seems to become darker, almost questioning the light, bright room that she’s in. Then all of a sudden a man bursts through the wall of the with room with a knife. A long, sharp 12 inch blade. “Claire,” he says in a very creep, sing-songy, way, “You’ve been a very naughty girl.” He leaps straight at me and he stabs me, once, twice, three times... 19 times, straight in the chest. Even though I shouldn’t be able to see, I can, I see deep, red, thick blood, oozing out of my body and I start to shake the the image goes fuzzy.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! I jump straight up and look around, not quite sure what I’m looking for. I’m shaking from the sweat that has been produced since this latest episode. I turn and turn off my alarm clock that had jerked me awake. I grab my journal and write, “19 stabs, black eyes, knife” then get out of bed.  

I get ready and drive over to Doctor Keller’s office for my bi-weekly appointment. I walk in, share a greeting with the secretary and am led into Dr. Keller’s office. He stands and greets me kindly with a nice, “Hello, take a seat.”

I sat down across from Dr. Keller, and he leaned forward, examining me deeply. His eyes seemed to stop down at my breasts. I clear my throat and he looks up at me, clearly embarrassed at being caught doing that. “Sorry.” he mumbles.

As this was becoming increasingly more awkward I decided to share my new information, “So, Dr. Keller, when I woke up this morning I remembered something about 19... 19, something... Dang it, let me get my journal.” I pick up my bag and start searching through the contents for  little journal. “Ah, here it is,” I say picking up the book and going to my entry from this morning, “Here, um... 19 stab wounds. What does that mean, Doctor?

Doctor Keller seemed out of it, with his eyes fixated on me.

“Doctor Keller? We talked about this, didn’t we? I’m engaged, you can’t google at me during my session where I am paying YOU.”

“Right, Claire, you’re right, sorry. So you asked...?

“19 Stab wounds, what does it mean?”

“19 isn’t really a special number. 1 and 9 add to be 2, is there any place in your life where you are thinking about 2 things for the same position?” Though he asked this generally, his eyes were almost pleading with me to have feelings for him too.

I match his eye contact and say with perfect clarity, “No, there is not, not anywhere.” I pause for a moment and then continue saying, “”And I don’t plan to EVER have that happen.”

Doctor Keller looked a little hurt at this, but, hey, he’s my psychologist, not a hooker I hired to make me forget about my soon to be husband. “Do you have any other ideas?” I asked innocently, almost as I had not just said the mean thing I had just said.

“N-No... I can’t think of any.” He says.

“Then I can think of no other reason I should stay here and pay you for nothing. Goodbye Dr. Keller, see you on Monday.” I turn and leave his office, while he mutters some pathetic little goodbye with the nonexist pride he has left in there, and go down to my car. I promised Trevor that I’d come and see him before the trial this evening.

I drive down to the county jail and sit with him for an hour or so, I tell him all about the little bits I have of my dream and he says some cute line like “I don’t have any nightmares anymore, there’s no time for them, considering how much time I spend thinking about you” He’s so cute. I can’t wait for him to get out of this hole. Worst decision of his life to take the fall for his buddy so he could run off to Rome with his girlfriend, who he ended up dumping, right before getting on the plane and going to Rome with another girl. Though I still miss Marty, he used to keep  our little group of 4 together.
Back in highschool there was me, Trevor, Marty, and Kandise. Kandise died of a drug overdose last year. I’m the only one in our little group who has never done jail time because I was the only one who wanted a real career. The only reason I was in their little group was because me and Trevor were in love, and still are.
Before I knew it, it was time to go to the trial. “Honey, are you ready for this?”
“Of course I’m ready sweetheart, I’m innocent, they actually don’t have a reason to be holding me in here. Hey,have you heard if Marty is coming?” He asked
“No, I haven’t heard. I bet he’ll try his hardest, and by hardest, I mean half effort at most.”
“Alright, so you’ll be watching from the white room?” He asked.
“Yep, and then I’ll be right there when you’re released.” I say reassuringly.
A guard comes up behind me and tells me that he will lead me to where I can watch the trial. I take one last look at my fiance and then walk with the guard to the room. When we arrive he kind of pushes me in and I stumble in this completely white room. Why is this sensation so familiar? I think to myself.
Suddenly a voice that does not seem to be coming from anywhere says, “Claire, you are here to watch Trevor Mendoff’s trial. As you might be able to see, no one else has come, so you are going to have this room to yourself. Now on the wall in front of you, you will see the trial start in a few minutes.”

A soft background music begins to play and I start to bounce my leg to the rhythm. Suddenly the music seems to become darker, almost questioning the light, bright room that she’s in. Then all of a sudden Marty bursts through the wall of the with room with a knife. A long, sharp 12 inch blade. “Claire,” he says in a very creep, sing-songy, way, “You’ve been a very naughty girl.” He leaps straight at me and he stabs me, once, twice, three times... then the world goes to black.



*******


“Trevor, you are no longer being held by the state of Massachusetts, you are free to leave.”
“Really?! Yes!! Where’s my peach dumpling?” I say, ecstatic.
“She was watching right in there,” One of the guards says, gesturing to a door on his left.
“Let me in! I need to see her darling face!”
“I can’t let you in,” The guard says in a very serious tone, “This room is a murder scene.”
“Murder? Is Claire alright??” I say, extremely concerned.
“No, sir, she is not. She has been murdered. Stabbed 19 times through the chest by Marty Clovegarden.”
“Marty killed my fiance??” I said in pure anger, I wanted to rip his head off and cry at the same time, “Where is he?”
“He’s in custody and being taken to the station right now.” Another guard says standing by the first one.
“What’d he use to... stab her?”
“Sir...”
“I TOLD YOU TO TELL ME WHAT HE USED TO STAB HER, NOW TELL ME!”
“Sir, calm down. He used a 12 inch sterling silver knife.”
“You said 19 times?”
“Yes, sir, why?”
“Nothing. Can I please see my fiance?”
“Yes, sir.” The guard leads me into a white room that now illuminates pink because of the deep, thick, red blood on the floor.
“Can I see the weapon?” I asked, close to tears. I could not handle not having Claire here, I don’t have anyone else.
“No, sir, the knife is in evidence. We cannot give it to you.” The guard says, reciting it almost like he’s said it 100 times.

“ARRGGGHHHH!!!!” I yelled kicking the wall and then breaking down next to it.
“Sir, you need to calm down. Do you have a place of residence that we can escort you to?”
“No, no, I don’t and I can’t leave her anyways.”
“Sir, you can’t stay here. I’ll escort you to the station.
“No. I’m NOT LEAVING! LEAVE ME ALONE AND GO KILL THE GUY WHO MURDERED MY FIANCE!”
“Sir, come with me right now. You don’t have a choice.”
“Yes I do, take me to my sister’s house and leave me alone, I want nothing to do with the police anymore.”
“Alright, sir, I’ll take you home. Please follow me. What is the address?

“1031 State.” I say as I follow him out of the room, taking one last look at Claire before leaving. Crying at the state of her body.
I got into the car and they drove me all the way to my sister’s house. She was sitting on the front porch, as usual, reading a sappy romantic novel.

“Hey sis, How are you?”

“Alive and breathing. What are you doing here?” She asked, just glancing up from her book.

“Just got out...” I take a deep breath to prepare me to say the next part of why I’m really here. My breath must of looked serious because she got a look of concern on her face.

“What happened?” She asked, she had closed her book and put it down and was sitting up looking straight at me.

“...During my trial... Claire came to watch... Marty killed her...” I broke off and started crying. I crumpled to the ground and just cried. My sister came over and hugged me tight.

“Trevor! Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry! Come on in, I’ve got an apple pie cooling on the counter, it should be ready.

“Only...”

“Only it what, Trevor”

“Only if you have ice cream.”

She smiled at me, “Of course I have ice cream, come in.

She walked me in, and we went straight to the kitchen. Immediately my eyes go to the knife box. I didn’t want to be here. I want to be with Claire.

I walked straight past my sister and to the box. She saw what I was doing and ran for me, not before I got to the box. I picked up the knife and turned around, she ran straight into the knife.

“NO!!! THIS WASN’T SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN! I... I don’t deserve to live anymore... Goodbye world, you’re better off without me.”

I lift up the knife and plunge it through my chest, and everything goes black.


 

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