Dream Of Demons While You Sleep

Why Can't I Talk Openly?

The girl walked over and sat next to me.
“Hi I’m Samantha, you must be our new next door neighbor” she smiled.
“Yeah, I’m Annabelle. My mom just went out to get us furniture” I babbled
“Can I come in?” Samantha inquired, I contemplated it in my head but decided agents it because of Jenna, she didn’t like me having friends over. She didn’t my friends at all. “So?” she asked again
“No sorry, I c-can’t” I fumbled, trying to get her to go away. She just didn’t leave though.
“Well come to my house, my mom will be pleased to have you over” she was still smiling at me.
“Uh…” I thought aloud, I couldn’t Jena would be furious if she knew. I don’t want to be hurt again, not today.
“Come on” she grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet, dragging me along until we got to her front door. Well I guess I have no choice in the matter anymore.
“Do you have any siblings?” I asked, she smiled and nodded again.
“Yeah an older brother. How old are you if you don’t mind me asking?” she inquired
“I’m seventeen” I answered with a smiled, soon turning eighteen, then I can get out of this hell hole.
“Oh so you’re the same age as him!” she exclaimed loudly,
“That’s… nice?” I was cautious of what I said to her. She laughed and walked into the huge house. There were photos everywhere of two kids; of her mother and fathers wedding day or at least I think it was her mother and father, of a dog. She took me into the kitchen, there was a lady with red hair and was cooking. Making pasta sauce from what I could see,
“Mom, you know the new lady that moved in next door today?” Samantha asked her mom the smile not leaving her face.

“Yeah honey what about her?” she didn’t look up once at her daughter she kept her eyes concentrated on the sauce,
“This is her daughter” she said, that’s when she looked up; she examined me, not that there was much to examine, black hoodie, black skinny jeans, green eyes drowned in dark eyeliner, black hair.
“Hello, what’s your name?” the woman beamed
“Annabelle” I said softly
“What a pretty name” she smiled and went back to cooking,
“Mom is it ok if she stays for dinner” Samantha asked excitedly
“No I coul-” her mom stopped me.
“Of course you could” my eyes widened, no, no, no! Jenna isn’t going to like this.
“Cool” Sam skipped off, and I followed closely behind her.
“Come on, we’ll go up to my room” she pulled me up a flight of stairs. We walked past a room with an open door in the room was a boy sitting on the bed, listening to music. He had longish wavy brown hair. His eyes were closed and his long skinny legs crossed over on the bed. He looked comfortable, and maybe even asleep. Samantha caught me looking and laughed.
“What?” I blushed
“You, that’s my brother” she was pointing out the obvious, and to my curiosity I wanted to know his name
“I sort of figured that” I scrunched my nose up trying to get her to leave me alone. She laughed again and pulled me into the room next to his. There was a huge bed and posters of bands covering the walls. I went over and sat down.

“So tell me a bit about yourself” she requested, I thought for a bit then answered
“There isn’t really much to tell. I was born in Chicago, lived there until I was fifteen, my mom got raped and we have been moving around ever since then, she spends around half a year to a year in one place and then she moves. I hate it but what can I do?”
“That isn’t telling me about you silly that’s telling be about your mom”
“There is nothing to tell, music is my life and I like to draw” I explained telling her the only two things that really mattered in my unfortunate life. I know it sounds like I’m complaining but it’s true, sometimes I wish I wasn’t born.
“There has to be more” Samantha frowned, I shook my head. “Ok my turn, I live here obviously, I was born here. I love to take photos, music is a passion, I hope to one day play guitar. I write lyrics I think that's about it” She was so perfect agents me, she had a stable home she had a mother that loved her. She wasn’t beat whenever her mom felt like it. I envied her; she was everything I wanted to be. I wish I was more like her. But again, like the baby on the plane, it’s too much to wish for.
I pushed my thoughts away.
“Sam” the door flung open revealing her brother his eyes a chocolate brown, “Um... I was going to say mom wants you to clean the bathroom but you have company so I’ll leave you alone” he was looking at me the whole time, he turned and left, Sam broke out into laughter, I cocked an eyebrow at her, she leant back and fell off the bed.
“Shit are you okay” she was still laughing her head off, in the end she couldn’t breathe and started chocking.

“Did you see the way Will looked at you” she said after she stopped choking and took a couple of deep breaths.
“He looked at me like any other person would.” She started laughing again, still on the floor. I didn’t get it; everyone looks at me like that, almost like I’m a freak or something. Sam laughed until her mom came in to see what all the noise was. She walked in and saw Sam on the floor laughing still and me on the bed wide eyed.
“Ouch my cheeks hurt” she managed to say, I fell back and laughed. I looked at the time. 5:30pm jeez what time did we get here?
“Get up you silly girl, what are you laughing at?” Samantha sat up straight and shook her head,
“Nothing,” she wiped the tears away from her eyes. Her mom left the room; I leant over to grab my phone but ended up tumbling to the floor. Sam laughed again and William walked in, I was upside down. Well I was guessing his name was William because Sam called him ‘Will’.
“OUCH!” I screamed he looked at me and laughed; he walked over and pulled my legs away from the bed making me fall flat on the ground. “Thanks I guess” he smirked at me; I poked my tongue out at him and sat up. He was still so much taller than me even if I was sitting up; Sam stood up and walked out of the room. I was guessing she was going to the toilet. I got up and crawl back on the bed. William stood there for a minute just staring at me; I avoided looking at him no matter how much I wanted to.

“Why all that makeup?” he asked finally
“Because I’m a dark person, if you knew how my life is you would understand” I said bluntly
“How is it then?” he asked, I crossed my arms. How could he expect me to just tell him what went on in my life. Yes, oh I just get beat by my drunken mother and then even when she isn’t drunk she still beats me. Because I supposedly screwed her life up for her. He wishes.
“I don’t know you! When I come to trust you, I will tell you what living in my house is like” I growled, taking the anger in my out on him. I instantly regretted it. He didn’t deserve to be yelled at, he’d done nothing wrong.
“I was just curious that’s all, jeez I didn’t think you’d have a fit over it” I put my head down sorry for what I’d said to him.
“I know I’m sorry. I promise that when I get to know you I will tell you. Just not now, I need to know someone to be open” well that was the biggest lie I’ve ever told, I’m the most open person you’d ever meet. It was just something that makes it hard for me to talk openly to him. Ugh,
I think someone has a crush!My little voice sung I ignored it as it sung on and on while the time passed by, William left the room I smiled to myself. Sam walked back in, she had a kitten in her arms, and it was multi colored and very cute. She placed the cat in my arms, it meowed. I started stoking its soft fur. Sam smiled, it was like she didn’t think I could be gentle, I handed the kitten back,
“I better be getting home” I told her kindly, her eyes widened
“No, mom said you could stay for dinner”
“I’m not hungry” I lied
“Doesn’t matter it won’t be ready for another hour maybe” she said persistent to make me stay.
“Fine but as soon as it is ready I have to leave” I grumbled.
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