The Dream by Remers (best summer reads of all time TXT) 📖

nice," he told me.
"It's lovely," I whispered.
He smiled, and pulled me up on a rock. "Look into the lake, and tell me what you see," he said.
I looked into the black, misty lake, and saw my reflection, then it changed. It was me when I was five. I seen my mom's body, lying on the bathroom floor, and bottle of pills that laid beside her. I started to cry, and so did my younger self in the reflection. The scene changed, and it was when I saw the bleeding moon. I closed my eyes, and fell into Nixon's arms, crying, and screaming.
"It's okay," he whispered, holding me to him.
I cried, in his arms for what seemed like forever. I looked at him when I stopped crying, and he was just watching the water, like it was evil.
"I shouldn't have brought you here," he whispered.
"Why?" I asked.
Nixon looked at me with tears in his eyes, "You seen the past, no one does in this lake."
"What do you mean?"
"Your mom, the bleeding moon, it was the past that you tried to block out of your memories."
"How do you know all that?"
"I tapped into your thoughts when you were looking into the lake. I'm sorry," he whispered.
I looked away, up at the sky, and breathed in deep. "It's fine," I sighed.
"We should get going," he whispered. I nodded, and we got up and left. We walked back down the country road, silently, hand in hand. There was a shadow that passed in front of me, and I stopped, afraid. Nixon looked at me, and asked what was wrong. "Shadow," I whispered, pointing in front of me. The shadow was just lingering there, as if waiting to grab me. Nixon followed my finger and seen it. He pushed me behind him, and I balled my hands in a fist. Nixon walked slowly up to the shadow.
"Marlin, what are you doing here?" Nixon asked the shadow. The shadow's face appeared. He looked almost like Nixon.
"You should know why I am here, brother," the shadow said, in a evil dark voice.
"You are not my brother, you never were," Nixon said.
"Oh so you say. Well only because you knew about the prophecy, and what I was planning to do."
"What are you talking about?"
"The only reason for I am not your true brother anymore. It is all because of her," he pointed to me.
"Wait what?" I asked stepping forward.
"Well Addison, for I have been in love with you, before you were born, and yet so is Nixon. But I am a Dark Angel, I can not be with you. I must have to kill you, or at least attempt," Marlin said.
"Why do you have to be a Dark Angel?" I asked, taking another step forward.
"Well, I don't know," he whispered.
"Then why try and kill someone you truely love? If only you do truely love me."
Marlin watched me as I pushed Nixon aside, and stood in front of him, staring into his black eyes. "I have to," he said.
"No you don't, no one is making you," I whispered. "You shouldn't have to kill me. Nixon doesn't try to kill me, he tries to protect me."
"Only because he is the good!"
"Why aren't you?"
He was silent, and shook his head. "I can not be."
"Why?"
"Because before I had a vision of you, I was already a Dark Angel."
"You can always change," I whispered.
"He can't Addison," Nixon said.
I looked at him, and seen his eyes full of tears. "He is right, my love," Marlin said.
"I want you to change," I whispered. "All this hate is ruining me."
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Publication Date: 04-05-2011

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