The Last Star

Dreams are Painful and so is Archery lessons.

I wake up in a summer morning, with Nebula, my dog, jumping on my bed.

I smile and play with hime for a little while.

I open the curtains and look at the sun. It was a beautiful morning, with birds chirping and trees swaying around. It was absolutely breathtaking. It was perfectly splendid.

It was simply one of the best days I have ever had. My bedroom was fresh and there was a clock ticking on my night stand.

The door opens, I glance. My mom shows up with a greeting.

Hey honey, good morning. Here's some breakfast, the eggs got burnt, I was looking for my hair tie that I swear, honey, I swear. It escaped, I promise. It like ran and hid from me. I'm sorry, but I know mashed potatoes and bacons were your favorite.

She smiled and handed me a box, a big one, it was wrapped in my favorite colors. Violet, blue and white, yeah, white. It was my favorite colors 'cause it gave me hope and ideas of space, it was my hobby to look at Nebula, it was a cloud of dust, waiting to be blown away and divide.

The dust created stars, and the stars created me, joking, that was a metaphor. I like to think that my ancestors were stars, I don't think that makes too much sense, of course it doesn't.

I smiled and opened it, atleast I tried. It was pretty hard to open so I had mom open it.

When she showed me the gift. I couldn't even react, it was a live video of Nebula, it was shining and was my favorite thing in the whole wide world. It became the most sentimental item I had..It was close to my heart the first time I laid my eyes on it, it was perfect.

It was everything I had wished. I smiled in excitment and then hugged my mom real tight. She handed me a plate, where my breakfast was served.It was amazing, as always. She always cooks for us, yes, we don't have personal chefs who cook us 5 star meals and fancy platings, but my mom is already perfect.

My mom studied culinary, law, studied to be a doctor in all fields like veterinary, pediatrician, surgeon and other stuff. Also, she studied to be my own teacher until college.

She is a licensed chiropractor which is weird but she gives the best massages.

I ate the meal with orange juice with a lime, and of course I immediately went to take a bath, my mom wanted to make my bed for me. Before I went to the bathroom she said.

Oh, and happy 13th birthday honey, we have food outside for you to eat.

I turn around and realize.

This is all a dream.

The scene suddenly changes, to a fiery pit, in a, I couldn't even describe, it was almost like a void. I realize I was stepping on fire. I scream in pain..

Again, the scene drastically changed. It was a summer day, on our garden. I look at my mom watering the beautiful flowers she planted.

I look at the other side of the garden. It had a tombstone, Nebula, was written on it. I drop on my knees once I realize.

Nebula is dead.

Music suddenly plays and I'm in our ballroom, my father was walking towards me, as his eyes were similar to a black hole. He pulls me and I felt my soul fading and fading until I wake up, breathing heavily.

My eyesight was disoriented and my father came up to me then said.

You're a disgrace, Selene. You're not worthy. I wouldn't be surprised if you made someone kill me! After all, you despised me in every way, everyday. You would neglect me and you didn't even feel like a daughter to me!

Tears running down my face, telling myself he was lying and he wasn't right. But, what if he is?

Did I neglect my own father, only buried myself in hate and was selfish? No, that can't be.

Then again, it isn't impossible.

Nothing is, Selene, you are evil!

I scream in agony everytime he says a word, it burns a mark on my soul and digs my own grave. It burns my heart and myself to think that he could be right, maybe I am evil. Maybe I was destined to be.

This hurt me to my core. It was too much for me to handle. I broke into tears. I saw how evil I could be. What if this did happen?

Miss? Uh, miss? Are okay?

A voice welcomes me, I thought it was another scene but I wake up in my room. It was a gloomy day, Trevor was sitting by my bed, setting up my breakfast and medicine. I probably had too much to drink.

I also noticed a bucket on my night stand. Didn't know what it was for but nevermind.

I suddenly feel something going up my throat, I get the bucket and threw up, luckily in the bucket.

Hm, that really affected you, huh? By the way, you have archery lessons. With that guy, Archie. Yeah, he came by early this morning. He gave you a gift.

Trevor hands me a gift, wrapped in newspaper.

It was pretty ironic, this was similar to my dream but far far different and worse.

I open it and it was a bow, a red one. It came with a red checkered mask and a red hoodie. It was screaming out red. Literally.

It was okay, I think. I mean, it wasn't really what I wanted this year but of course I couldn't say that in front of Trevor.

Trevor suddenly talks.

It's bad, huh? It gushes out red. Selene, I've known you since we were kids. You can't fake your emotions. It's fine, I'll tell him you liked it.

I was not shocked, Trevor is my childhood friend.

So I say.

Yeah, I'm not really a fan of the theme, anonymous bloody assasin, a murderous red lover maniac.

We both chuckle, it still felt good to have someone from my childhood.

Well, I guess I have to hurry. Archie might fire a bow on my window.

Trevor leaves, I take my medicine. It was, an okay start.

I open the curtains and a cloudy and very gloomy sky welcomes me.

I guess I can pick what I wear.

What about, something that gives student vibes?

What about a white polo, with a red bandana and a red skirt. Also, I should use my Nike shoes, I found them inside our basement. It was pretty good, still clean.

I put it on, pretty nice. I mean, I can't change, I have five minutes, Archie would probably knock down my door.

Anyways, Archie was and is my archery lessons. Even though I never miss, I try to, I have to have a reason to skip those meaningless meetings, right?

I'd have to just stop myself from laughing. Archie's a bad teacher, no offense, he's a good shooter but he can't teach. Seriously.

There was a breaking sound, almost something, like a mug or something glass--

I glance over.

WAIT WHAT?