BackBone

The Dream.

Falling. Falling into the darkness. Eyes bulged in shock and fear, blonde hair spread out, arms shooting out to the sky, struggling to grip an invincible rope, muted scream. Falling. Falling into the darkness.

**

A heavy gasp escaped my mouth as I bolted upright in my bed, gripping my sheets, balls of trepidation streaming down my face, everywhere, infact.

The heaviness in my chest ached as I desperately struggled to breath, it really was difficult, especially after having such a weird dream. I've never had anything like it, and I'm yet to understand who the lady was. Who was the lady falling?

As the horrible effect of the dream soothed down, my blue irises sailed across my room. It's not like it's my first time in my room, but for some reason, this room felt, different. Something wasn't right, I had no idea what, but I could feel it in the way my insides struggled to adjust to this room. I didn't feel right.

The sharp and loud knock whips my head to my locked, wooden door.

"Cassidy!" My mom yells from the other side of the door.

That mother didn't feel right. That name didn't feel right. Yet, it was correct, it was all correct.

"Yes Mom!" I manage to say, still recovering from this awkward morning.

"When exactly do you plan to get to school?".

Shit!

I quickly reach for my phone on my bedside drawer, snatching it and turning it on. I gaze at the time. 7:35. 2018 has not been the best year for me, but I've managed, even with wealthy parents, it can get exhausting and lonely.

I yank the duvet off my body and scoot out of bed, holding my blonde hair up in a messy bun and rushing for the bathroom in my PJs.

This year has been exhausting, but this morning is nothing short of, different.

**

I jog down the stairs in a pink long sleeved shirt, worn over black jeans with my feet tucked into black sneakers. My bag hangs loosely around a shoulder as I stride towards my parents.

I'm the only child of Mr Edward Shaw and Mrs Penelope Shaw.

Like I said earlier, it gets lonely sometimes, but they are cool parents, so that works well for me.

"Hey Kiddo" Dad says as I approach the dining table, while chewing on his bacon "Woke up pretty late today".

I sigh and shrug as I plop down on one of the pushed out chairs "Yeah, bad dream".

"Hmm" my mum hums as she sets my plate of bacon and scrambled egg on the table in front of me, then she places a glass of milk. Balanced breakfast!

"Want to share?" Mum asks as she takes her seat beside Dad.

Another shrug "Not much details". Just a lady falling down, scared for her life. Obviously. And has no link or connection to me. So why dream it?

I stab my fork into my egg, lift it into my mouth and chew. I adore eggs. I can never get enough of it, no matter how many times I eat it in a day.

Once again, I feel myself slipping. It's like nothing is right with me this morning, I feel heavy burdened and out of place. There's this raging war in me, struggling to maintain my mood, but finally giving into the overwhelming sadness.

"Are you okay honey?" Dad asks.

I quickly look up at him and mom, brows knit together and gazes boring into me, they wait for an answer. I didn't realize I'd stopped eating and I'd totally zoned out.

"Yeah" I say softly. Dropping my fork, I lift myself from the chair. Abandoning my bacon&egg after a swift appetite loss. "Gotta get to school".

"Sure you're alright Cassidy?" Mom asks, worriedly watching me "Yeah mom. I'm fine. See you guys later".

**

I take my usual spot beside the window in class and stare out of it. The school looks really big from this angle, outside looks so dead compared to when the whole students clobber outside.

I can't help thinking about my dream. Who is she? Why would I dream of a person I'd never met in my life. Why was she falling?

"Hey!" a sweet voice cuts through my thoughts and the person claims the top of my desk, sitting on it.

I manage to smile at my best friend "Hey Tori".

"You don't look too good. You okay?". She cranks her neck to the side, watching me closely.

Tori Sanders. Bestest friend I could ask for, sweet personality as well as her voice, not too fleshy, cute, and feisty!

We met at a friend's party, and I honestly didn't think we'd get on like we did. At first I thought she was trying to be friends with me because our families were both rich and she liked having a circle of rich people, but it grew into something stronger. We just glued together in less than a month and we stayed that way, come fights and arguments, we still stuck to each other. I wouldn't want it any other way.

I let out yet again another sigh and lean into my chair "I'm just a bit under the weather. I guess".

"Well" she archs a brow "you don't look a bit anything, you look full blown, downright, under the weather".

"I'll be fine". I don't tell her about the dream. It's of no importance anyway.

Just then Leo, Tori's boyfriend, sneaks to hug her from behind and he plants a swift kiss to her cheek. Once Tori instantly looks behind her, she gushes out a flattered laugh.

Their lips connect in one of the many episodes of a longing and neat kiss that I have experienced for two years now. I'm a fan of their love but not a fan of the publicity, well they don't care anyway. I love their guts.

They break away, smile shyly and Leo directs his gaze at me, a bright smile replacing the shy one. "Cassidy. It's been a day!"

I offer what's close to a genuine laugh, I just can't shake off this down syndrome!

"Yes it has. You look really happy".

Leo Dominic. Tall, muscular, extremely hot and sexy, with a smile of an angel and a gaze of a sexy god. He was the real example of to-die-for. He was also friendly and didn't let his looks get to his head, and that's something I greatly admire about him.

He throws a loving gaze towards Tori "Waking up knowing I have such a girl in my life. It's more than enough for me".

"Oh stop" Tori says and blushes deeply.

Two years and they still act like they newly started dating. It's so cute!

Me? I'm very single, don't have any rush to get into a relationship, even though it gets pretty lonely, but I've had this wavering crush on this guy in school. I've been asked out plenty, but I just haven't felt the urge to say a yes.

Mr Stanley Brooks walks briskly into class and everyone scampers to get in their seats. I waved Tori and Leo off as they made for their class.

He started his class and I started to think about my dream.