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by M. K. ROZE


  doing here?”

  He shrugged.

  Maria looked up at Constin. “Well, hello there.” she

  stepped closer to him.

  Constin backed up and looked at me with concern.

  “Sorry about that.”

  Maria waved her hand in his face. “Hey, you should look

  at the person you’re apologizing to.”

  He looked past her and back at me, which I thought was

  strange.

  “Do you two know each other?” I asked.

  Maria kept her eyes on Constin. “No, I just don’t like

  rude people.” She turned to me and her eyes flashed red,

  then went back to normal. “You should stay away from this

  guy.”

  I stepped back. “How did your eyes just change like

  that?”

  She gave me a confused look. “What are you talking

  about?”

  I gulped from her tone. “Nothing.”

  She shot Constin a nasty look and walked away.

  ⁓

  ⁓

  Constin looked at me like he wanted to tell me

  something.

  “Why would Maria say that?”

  He shrugged. “I have no clue.”

  “Did you see a red light in her eyes?”

  “No.”

  Maybe I’m hallucinating from the sleeping pill I took. “Huh,

  well, I have to get to class.”

  “Okay, will I hear from you later?”

  “Answer your phone.” I continued to my class

  wondering if he was hiding something, and why I saw her

  eyes change, but he didn’t.

  In class, I couldn’t stop thinking about the dream in the

  bathroom, so I kept telling myself it was only in my head and

  to forget about it. As well as Maria’s eyes turning red. It

  helped me get through the first four periods.

  Kaylee and I met up in the cafeteria for lunch. We ended

  up sitting across from some popular boys our age. When one

  of them looked at me, I turned away and glanced at Constin

  sitting with all of the football players, including Clay. I was

  confused because Clay said that he didn’t like him.

  “Oh my God! The hot boy with the dark hair is looking

  at you.”

  I looked at him. “Nope.”

  Kaylee kicked me under the table. “Are you crazy? He’s

  the second hottest kid in our school.”

  “I’m talking to Constin, remember?” I peeled my

  banana.

  “You can talk to more than one guy.”

  I tossed the banana on the tray. “Kaylee, just drop it.”

  “What’s your deal?”

  ⁓

  ⁓

  I gave in and told her about my episode in the bathroom

  and how Maria acted toward Constin. I left out the part

  where her eyes turned red because I didn’t want her to think

  I was crazy.

  Her jaw dropped. “I’m jealous that the new girl was

  there for you, and I wasn’t.”

  “Really? That’s all you have to say?”

  “I’m kidding. I don’t like Maria. She thinks she’s hot

  shit, and she has everyone following her around like a

  puppet.”

  “Yeah, you’re right. She was nosey for not really

  knowing me.”

  “Did you take the sleeping pill after I talked to you last

  night?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, it’s not working. Tell Dr. Hell to up the dose.”

  I laughed. “It’s Wells, and I will.”

  Constin got up from the table and stormed out the door.

  “What are you looking at?” Kaylee asked.

  “Constin just left. He looked mad about something.”

  “He’s probably pissed because you’re ignoring him.

  He’ll get over it. Now, let’s eat before the annoying bell

  rings.”

  Right after school, I went home and called Dr. Wells on

  her cell phone. She picked up on the first ring.

  “Hello, Viata.”

  “Hi. I’m so sorry to bother you, but the sleeping pill

  didn’t work. I think I fell asleep while I was using the

  bathroom.”

  “I have an opening this afternoon at 5:00. Does that

  work for you?”

  ⁓

  ⁓

  “Yes.”

  “Do you know where my office is?”

  “No, but I can google it.”

  “Okay, see you then.” She ended the call.

  To kill time, I did chores around the house, then drove

  to Dr. Wells’s office. On the way, traffic was terrible. I

  parked in the front of her office and continued inside to Dr.

  Wells’s waiting room. The small room had four antique

  wooden chairs and a coffee table. It was decorated

  unimaginatively, with an artificial plant in the corner, glossy

  white walls, and pictures of flowers everywhere.

  Dr. Wells walked a woman through the waiting room to

  the front door. As she was talking to her, I looked at a black

  plaque on the wall that read: Dr. Wells, M.D. in huge, fancy

  gold font.

  When the lady left, Dr. Wells turned to me. “Please step

  inside my office.”

  I followed her in and sat on a red loveseat near her

  elegant cherry wood desk.

  She sat across from me. “Viata, do you remember

  nodding off or falling asleep while using the restroom?”

  “No, I was wide awake.”

  “The periorbital hyperpigmentation or dark circles

  under your eyes tells me you haven’t slept well. I believe

  while you were using the restroom, you nodded off again,

  and then you woke up. I’m going to order a sleep study for

  you to rule out narcolepsy. Until I can get you in, I’m going

  to up the dose on the sleeping pill.”

  “But I slept just fine.”

  “Clearly ... you didn’t.”

  I felt like I was a lab rat. “Alright.”

  ⁓

  ⁓

  She smiled. “Good. After you take this stronger dose,

  you will feel a little fatigued, so make sure you take the pill

  only when going to bed. And don’t ever drink or drive while

  on them,” she insisted.

  I couldn’t help but giggle when she said drink. I never

  drank before and had no desire to do so. I was scared, but I

  knew I had to do what she said to be healthy again. I wanted

  my life back. I was sick of passing out and seeing things.

  Dr. Wells got up. “I think you need to take a couple of

  weeks off from school until you feel better. This is serious.

  You can get hurt.”

  “But I just started school.”

  “I understand that, but we have to get you better, so

  you’re not sleeping during the day.”

  I frowned. “Okay.”

  She walked me to the door. “Take care of yourself and

  get those pills, but don’t take any before I talk to your

  mother.”

  “Can you leave out what happened to me today at

  school? I will tell her tomorrow.”

  “What we talk about is confidential.”

  “Good.”

  She started to close the door.

  “Dr. Wells?”

  She pushed it open. “Yes?”

  “I overheard you and my parents talking about me not

  knowing something. What is it that I’m not supposed to

 
know?”

  She swallowed hard. “That’s something you need to ask

  them. I’m sorry.”

  “Alright. Please don’t tell my mother I asked you.”

  ⁓

  ⁓

  “Again, what we talk about is confidential.”

  “Okay, thanks.” I waved bye and continued to my car,

  wondering what the big secret was.

  I stopped at Kaylee’s house on the way home. She came

  out to my car with a plate full of southern fried chicken and

  sat on the passenger’s side. I wolfed some of the chicken

  down and she laughed.

  “What did your psychiatrist say?”

  “She called me in a stronger sleeping pill.”

  “That’s good. I hope it works.”

  “Yeah, me too.”

  “You still seem down. What’s going on?”

  “I didn’t tell you this, but do you remember the woman

  from my dreams who stabbed me more than once?”

  “Yeah.”

  “She was at the park we used to hang out at and Bain

  was there too. That’s the night I freaked out and went to the

  ER.”

  “You mean you saw them in your dreams, right?”

  “I know it sounds crazy, but I don’t think I was

  dreaming like Dr. Wells said. They seemed too real.”

  “What makes you think it was real?”

  “I don’t know. The woman from my earlier dream was

  shocked that I knew her from other dreams. She asked me

  how I knew her and where the dagger was that she killed me

  with. The conversation was just as real as the one we’re

  having.”

  “Viata, they have to be dreams. How else would you be

  sitting here with me if you were killed by a dagger more than

  once?”

  ⁓

  ⁓

  I knew what she said was logical, but I still wasn’t

  convinced. “Bain told me to go to a woman in Romania

  named Muma, and she would tell me everything.”

  “Muma sounds made up, and why would someone want

  you to travel all the way there just to find out something?”

  “I don’t know, but I do know that she’s real, or was real.

  Well, she’s folklore. I looked her up.”

  Kaylee took my phone out of the cup holder and went

  on the internet. “How do you spell her name?”

  “Just type in Muma, in Romania, and she will pop up.”

  “She’s fake. Come on, Viata. You probably heard of her

  when you were there.”

  I rubbed my face. “I swear my dreams are real.”

  “You sound like Nancy from Nightmare on Elm Street.”

  She started singing the theme song slowly.

  “Stop. Bain doesn’t have knives for fingers and melted

  skin.”

  “Whatever. Just know it’s only a dream. And don’t you

  be cracking up on me. We’re supposed to get a place soon.”

  “I know. I hope this stronger pill will work.”

  “I’m sure it will.”

  “I’m going to go home and talk with Mom.”

  She reached over and kissed my cheek. “See you

  tomorrow. Night, Sis.”

  “Oh, I forgot. Dr. Wells wants me to take two weeks off

  from school until I’m better.”

  “What?” A piece of chicken flew out of her mouth onto

  the dash. “You just started.”

  “Ew. I know it sucks, but I need to get better.”

  Kaylee laughed as she wiped the chicken off with her

  hand. “I’ll hang out with you every day.”

  ⁓

  ⁓

  I smirked. “I know you will.”

  She got out and shut the passenger door. “See ya.”

  On the way home, there was an accident, so I decided I

  would get my sleeping pills after school the following day.

  When I walked inside, Mom hugged me and handed me

  the pills.

  “Walgreens called me and told me to pick up your new

  medicine.”

  “I passed out at school again. I didn’t want to upset you

  or Dad. I’m sorry. I should’ve called you and told you I went

  to see Dr. Wells again.”

  “It’s okay. But if it happens again, please call me first.”

  “I will.”

  “Are you okay right now?”

  I nodded, debating if I wanted to ask her what the secret

  was.

  “Something else is wrong. What is it?”

  “I heard you yesterday asking Dr. Wells if I knew

  something. What were you talking about?”

  She took off her black business jacket and laid it over

  the railing on the stairs. Her eyes teared up as she cupped my

  face with her clammy hands. “I will tell you when you are

  better.” Her voice was softer than normal.

  “Are you and Dad getting a divorce?”

  “Oh, God, no. You know I adore him.”

  “Are you pregnant?”

  “No.”

  “Do I have a mental illness you’re not telling me about?”

  “No, Viata. You have insomnia. Now, please stop

  fishing for answers. I will tell you when I think you’re ready.”

  ⁓

  ⁓

  I wanted to yell at her, but I kept calm. What is the big

  secret?

  Mom went into the kitchen. “After I got the medicine,

  I called Dr. Wells. She told me that she wants you to take a

  few weeks off, so you need to call into the school and get

  your makeup work. I don’t want you falling behind.”

  I walked up to her. “I will.”

  “If you want, I’ll get a note from Dr. Wells and drop it

  off at your school. I don’t want you driving for a while until

  we know what’s going on with you. Not after what happened

  today.”

  “Mom, I can drive.”

  “Not right now.”

  I sighed, feeling like it was the end of the world without

  my car. “Okay. Thank you. I love you.”

  “I love you too, honey.”

  “I’m going to bed. Tell Dad I said goodnight.”

  “Aren’t you going to eat?”

  “I ate at Kaylee’s.”

  She kissed my cheek. “Okay, night, honey.”

  “Night.”

  Mom walked out of the kitchen and went upstairs.

  As I entered my room, Constin texted me.

  Hi, Viata, please call me.

  I wanted to talk to him, but I knew I was way too

  messed up in the head to talk. I put the phone face down on

  the desk and picked up the pill bottle next to it. I placed the

  pink sleeping pill on my tongue, ready to swallow it, but I

  hesitated, then took it anyway. After a while, I started to feel

  light-headed, so I sat on my couch in the pitch dark, thinking

  about everything that was going on with me.

  ⁓

  ⁓

  “Viata,” Bain called out.

  Oh, crap, did I fall asleep again? I got up and felt around for

  the bedroom light in the dark, but I couldn’t find it.

  “Viata?” Bain said but his voice was still faint. “Can I

  come in?”

  “Yes, meet me at the front door, and I’ll let you in.” I

  found my desk and held myself up from feeling dizzy.

  Someone took my hand.

  I yanked my hand away. “Who’s there?” I asked in a

  shaky whisper.

  “It’s me, Bain.” He took
my hand, raised it to his mouth,

  and kissed the top of it gently.

  “How did you get in here?” I rubbed my eyes, trying to

  clear them so I could see his face, but I saw nothing but

  darkness. I lost my balance and fell into him.

  Bain grabbed me. “Be careful,” he warned as he held me

  close to his chest.

  “How did you get in here?” I repeated, eager to know.

  He placed his hands firmly on my face. “The door was

  left unlocked.”

  “Why can’t I see you?”

  “Because of the pills in your blood!”

  “How do you know I’m taking pills?”

  He ignored my question, but I could hear his heavy

  breathing.

  “Where are the red lights coming from?”

  “Viata, stop taking those pills. They are making you

  weak, and they won’t help you with what’s to come.”

  I stepped back and fell onto the bed. “What are you

  talking about?”

  ⁓

  ⁓

  “You must stop taking them and go to Muma.” His

  voice was desperate. Every word he spoke sounded like he

  was in pain again.

  “No, she’s nothing but folklore. I’m sorry, but this is

  only a dream.”

  He pulled me into him. “No, it’s not!” He grunted and

  let go.

  A gust of wind caused me to fall backward onto my bed.

  I sat up and felt my face, still able to feel Bain’s cold

  touch. “Are you still there?”

  He didn’t answer.

  I rushed up and found the light, then I paced around the

  room. Why did he feel so real? I shook my head. He’s nothing but

  a dream. He wasn’t here. He’s not real. He’s not real.

  I went to take another pill, but the bottle wasn’t on the

  desk where I left it. I looked for the other bottle. I thought

  he was there and took them. No way. He wasn’t here. Bain was

  only another dream. I must have put them somewhere else. I ransacked

  my room, looking for the bottles and gave up. I sat on the

  edge of the bed, and someone knocked.

  “Who is it?”

  “Mom.”

  “Come in.”

  She opened the door and looked at all my clothes on the

  floor. “What’s going on? And who were you talking to?”

  I wasn’t about to tell her I had another dream. “I can’t

  find my pills.”

  “Where did you put them after I gave them to you?”

 

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