Haunted By Blondes Part 2

Haunted By Blondes Part 1

We're walking down a horse path through the woods, hand in hand, like an old, worn in couple. I don't know where we're going, but it's okay because I'm happy. I'm comfortable. I feel safe with him. The woods around us is in full swing of summer. Green covers every tree. I hear birds. I see the sunlight through the trunks and on the path in front of us. We start swinging our hands as we walk. I smile and glance over at him.

He's older now. I don't how how it's possible that he's aged and I haven't. He's still a year shy of me, but it's hard to tell the difference. His hair is darker too. More of a dirty blonde now. And I notice his jawline. A strange thing to notice, I know. He has stubble. Now he looks more like a man than a boy. I almost feel a twinge of sadness that he's growing up, but I realize in the scheme of things, we're still so young. He looks over at me. He has blue eyes. I've never noticed this before. Actually, I've never noticed a lot of these details because I never have time to.

He's not vanishing this time. I'm looking at him and he's not vanishing. I stop walking and our hands drop.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"You're still here. Why are you still here?" I hear myself say. Is this really happening? I don't even know who he is.

No this is a dream... a lucid dream? A dream in which I am aware that I am dreaming. Is that why I can look at him without him vanishing? Must be. But... it feels so real.

"It's time to go" I hear from behind us.

I turn and see three men dressed in suits. Their faces are covered by shadows. Something feels wrong. That's strange, I think. It's so sunny out... how are there shadows?

One of the men steps forward, and suddenly I realize how much bigger he is than me or the boy I'm with. He grabs my arm.

My stomach drops. This isn't good anymore. The sun has gone. The birds are quiet. I don't like these men. Something isn't right. I want them to leave. Panic sets in.

"Get of me!" I try to shout, but it seems to come out muffled and weak.

I glance at the boy. The other two men have grabbed him and are dragging him away from me. He's struggling and shouting. I start to struggle with everything I have. I kick at the shadow man, but he swings me around with ease and throws me into a small wooden tool shed. Where did this shed come from? Why is it in the woods? Why didn't I see this before? The shadow man closes the door before I can stand up. I race to the door and pull the handle, but it's locked from the outside. I start screaming and pulling at the handle. Help! My feet are on the wall next to the door, allowing myself to pull with everything I have. If this is a dream, why can't I control it? Why can't I get out of this shed?

I hear the boy's yells getting more distant. This is a dream. I bang the door with my hand. It hurts. This is a dream. I bang the door again. This is a dream. I bang again, but it's no use. The shed door has turned into my bedroom wall and the boy is gone along with the shadow men. They are lost to my dream world, and I am left here, panicked and wondering why I've been haunted by him again.