The Storytime

I sat there for quite sometime. My brother kept on hugging and soothing me. "It's okay kid. There's no one here". People had gathered around us. We stood up and started towards my school. My brother accompanied till there and then went about to his own work. I was preoccupied with what happened to me whole day. "Hey buddy! Are you all right? You look like you have seen a ghost", said my best friend, Aadit. Have I?  I told him everything. "Dude! I think you need therapy. You should talk to your parents about going to a shrink". "What? I am not crazy. I don't need a shrink". "Come on! It's not about going crazy. It may just be the stress of studies and that stupid nightmare may just be an indication of that". In the evening I kept thinking about my conversation with Aadit. "You okay baby? Saddy told me about what happened today", my mother looked at me, worried. "I am fine Mom. Saddy is exaggerating as al...

I was holding her lifeless body in my arms. I was just staring at her trying to make sense of it. She would have been alive if she had listened to me. She just never listens. I feel like my breath is caught somewhere inside my throat. I have to run, otherwise they'll kill me too. I hear footsteps and start running. My foot is hurting, I trying to run as fast as I can but they are catching up fast. Someone has hit me from behind. I am falling. I am surely going to die here. I woke up, crying and screaming.  Its been years and she still haunts me. If only I knew who she is, why do I feel like I know her. I was seven when I first saw her in my dream. It felt like such a loss at that time that I was scared to go back to sleep. I slept with my parents for 3 months after that. I am 15, and I still see her. The nightmare has become more frequent and the feelings of loss and fear intense. I often speak to my parents about her, but they just shrug it off as a silly nightmare. I must c...