Three A.M.

    I WILL BE COMPLETELY RE-DOING THIS CHAPTER, I NOW REMEMBER HOW I WANTED THIS TO GO AND THIS ISN'T IT....

 

 

    

 

 

 

 

    It was three am when it first happened. The dreams, so real and vivid that I swore they were happening to me. I couldn’t imagine that I would be able to come up with these images in my own head. I didn’t watch too many movies involving the things I saw. Though I’d figured out that if I was particularly rude to anyone during the day, that evening it would happen. I didn’t realize that at first, mind you. It took several times to notice. I suppose this isn’t making much sense to you right now, so let me start at the beginning.

            I suppose the best way to start is to be completely honest in my description of myself and my life. I live in Los Angeles. My father is a CEO of some company, I don’t care enough about to know the name of. Let’s just say that we certainly aren’t worried about money. My high school years were filled with football games and parties. I was a cheerleader and of course one of, if not the, most popular one. I was rude, actually rude really doesn’t cover it. I was a b***h to anyone who wasn’t in the same crowd I was. To this day, I am still like that. I don’t give a crap about anyone but me. My “friends” even know that, and deal with it. I’ve been called beautiful, but can you really believe someone who says that just so you won’t be mad at them? I’ll just give you the general stats five foot eight inches, 125 lbs, blonde hair, green eyes. Why should I bother you with over dramatic descriptions? Well now that that is over lets get back to the dreams.

            Three months ago, after I had publicly humiliated some nobody, at three am I fell into the other world. At first I was confused, not knowing whether this was truly just a dream or if this was actually happening to me. I had never experienced anything like this before. I awoke on what can only be describes as a cot. My surroundings were dark at first, as the sun rose through the windows I could see a bit better. The ceiling looked to be like straw bound together with strings. The walls were dark wood, but what kind I couldn’t tell. Getting out of bed I felt the ground was more dirt then any type of flooring, not to say there wasn’t something underneath. I was dressed in a tattered dress, with an apron. Though it wasn’t until the woman, I would later call Mrs. Whitely, burst through the room yelling at me to get going and begin serving breakfast that I realized I was a servant. My first thought was to yell back, but then I was afraid that I wouldn’t get to see where this “dream” was taking me. I moved swiftly through the door and into the kitchen, surprising myself that I knew where it was. Gathering breakfast, I went into the dining room where the family I worked for was waiting. They sat silently, never looking directly at me, as I placed each plate in front of them. I stood back in the corner waiting for any further direction and couldn’t help wonder how in the world I did that, like I had done it so many times before. It was as if this life had been happening all along, I just wasn’t conscious of it until now.

           My nights continued as such, but then yesterday it all changed. I saw this girl get knocked over by one of my friends and instead of laughing with the rest of them, I bent down and helped pick up her books. All the while my friends are looking at my like a grew a second head. I left quickly, ignoring everyone and hid in the bathroom.

Author's Note

its not even close to being finished...just a rough draft