Chapter 19
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We got back to the house rather quickly, and by that time I had stopped leaking blood form my leg. I quickly went into the bathroom and washed out my cut so mom didn’t freak out. I looked in the living room and saw mom and Zac sitting on the couch, talking. I seized this opportunity to quietly go up to the attic and search for Zac’s old journals, or diaries, or whatever you wanted to call them. I was interested in his memories that seemed to have faded away over the years. It made my stomach twinge a bit with sadness that Zac didn’t remember some of the details of his life. Though maybe that was a good thing. I wouldn’t know until I found documentation that was directly from him.
“Oh…” I stumbled across a box filled with pictures, though they were really faded and in bad condition, despite the fact they weren’t super old. They were obviously handled a lot. I set that box aside. I could fix them up a bit and maybe print out new copies. Zac would like that. Well, I hoped so anyway. It was nice to have a friend like him. Spending my energy on someone else was refreshing and made my own spirits rise. “Ah ha!” I said to myself as I opened up the next box and saw some notebooks and even a slightly larger, black leather covered obvious journal of obviousness. My back was to the ladder and I didn’t see Zac as he poked his head up through the opening.
“Vera? What are you doing?” He asked. I quickly laid down with the journals underneath me, startled by his sudden voice.
“Just, looking through more things.”
“Find anything?” He asked.
“Not yet.”
“Ok…well, dinner is ready.” He said.
“Alright, see you in a minute.” I said and turned my head and smiled a little. He gave me a questioning look, but then disappeared. I sighed and gathered the things I found and quickly put the box under my bed when I got down the ladder. I would tell Zac what I found for sure…after I looked through it first. When I went back toward the kitchen, I saw Zac staring intently at the tv. On it was some animated movie playing. I chuckled and he continued to watch, mesmerized as mom and I ate our food. He looked rather cute, very charming with a child-like wonder on his transparent face. I found myself staring and quickly looked away without him noticing.
Maybe it was just because he was a boy, but even though he was just a friend, I found myself shy at times around him, or even when I thought about him. I had to stop thinking about this! I stood up and slipped out of the living room and up to my own room. I immediately grabbed the leather bound book and opened it up to find neat, crisp hand writing.
“A dream journal??” I questioned softly as I began reading.
I’ve been having some reoccurring dreams lately. It’s been really weird. They’ve felt so real. It’s almost hard to describe, but the images are stuck in my head. So I decided to draw what I remember, and write things down. These dreams make me kind of, anxious.
So, in a few of them, I’ve dreamt of a beautiful girl with raven black hair and lovely eyes, smooth skin. She likes to smile, and we spend days together, doing what exactly I can’t remember. But she has shown up a few times, but I have no idea who she is. I wish I did, but I don’t even know if I could talk to her if I saw her.
I flipped the page and my jaw dropped. There drawn in stunning detail, was a portrait of me.
