"OH MY GOD!" I scream without thinking. My moms burst through the door. I was usually a quiet kid, so they knew something was really wrong.
"What's wrong?!" they say in unison.
"I," I paused thinking for a moment. They wouldn't believe me, and if they did believe that I saw that and believed it, it also would go along with them thinking I've gone mental
"Sorry, it was just a bad dream," I lie, "I was in the movie Scream!"
"Ok, come talk about it if you want."
"I'm fine, it just scared me for a second."
"Ok." Mama says, walking out of my room. I sigh and stand up to close the door when I hear a grunt and soon after, a tapping noise. I walk over to the window and open it, seeing my girlfriend on the roof.
Surprised, I stumble back. I reach out to open the window. "What are you doing Jackie?"
She looks over at me and pouts, seeing my slightly pissed off face. "I just wanted to stop by."
"I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood, you can go out the front door. You don't have to go of the roof." She looks at me, a scowl on her face.
"Wow, rude. I'm gonna leave you to whatever sulking you were doing, jerk." She hops back out the window and slips off the roof, grabbing hold of the tree that she most likely used to get on the roof in the first place. She hops down and petals away on her violet bike. I sigh and suddenly remember the place I visited in my sleep. I had to get away. Just for a moment or for a few weeks. I had to.
"Mom, Mama, I'm gonna go for a walk over to Jackie's!"
"OK! Be back by ten" they yelled back. I did not go to Jackie's.
I sit in the woods curled up in a ball against a tree, crying. Not sobbing, just laying there, with tears streaming down my face. I was playing the memories of V's life over and over again. After about 30 minutes of speeding through her most recent memories, I looked up. "Whoever decides what we get in life is cruel. She didn't deserve that, any of it." My voice raises into a scream, "HER DAD DYING, HER MOM BEATING HER, SHE DIDN'T DESERVE IT!!! CASS DIDN'T DESERVE IT I DON-" I stop, breaking down in tears. Nothing mattered, I was a meaningless speck in the universe and I would one day die just like V did and eventually Cass will be destroyed because the greater souls will make him endure such a terrible life that it will make his sanity snap. I look up at the sky and begin to ponder what if they're forced to make terrible things happen, to screw with people's minds. What if it's all just a puppet show for someone. If that is the case, then I'm tired of being your puppet, whether you hold the strings or they're woven to your fingers with a needle and thread.