This is how it all happened that day, night and morning; the dream was different. By now you must have known that my dreams are always different but this one is specifically different and drifts from the likeness of all the other.

Everything was the same from the beginning till the end until the moment she was supposed to sneak out through the window. She turned to me put a hand on her waist and sighed looking down and then at me again.

“I was angry at you at first but now I am not” She walked up to me and beckoned for me to sit down. I sat down on my bed and on a stool she drew close to me; it is literally the only thing to sit on in my room aside from my bed.

“Why……………” She put a finger on my mouth.

“Shush! Let me talk we don’t have time” She stood and walked up to my guitar and touched it. She heaved a sigh. “I miss you very much Liam!”

“I miss you too” I stood up from the bed and walked up to her. “I don’t understand! Why are you not trying to kill me? That is what my dreams are about now; you trying to hurt or kill me. I am getting used to t now”

“No! That is not me and you know it. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you even when you are being a total jerk by ignorantly cheating on me” She poked me and then pushed me away from her. I fell on the bed and hit my head on the corner of my bed. “That is good for you!”

“Really! What happened to you?” I asked. I got up from the bed and checked whether or not I have a broken head or not. “What do you mean I am cheating on you?”

“You are sleeping with someone else!” She moved closer to me and angrily pushed me again and I hit my head again. “You promised you will remain with me forever and that is until death do us part”

“Yes, but I...you are….” I stammered. I couldn’t tell her I killed her or she was dead because of me. I sat on the bed face down. My healing wounds just opened up like I just had them.

“You didn’t kill me. It is not your fault. We were both drunk and I am tired of hearing you say that you killed me ‘cause didn’t” She said. It’s been so long I heard May’s voice let alone feel her hand on my skin. It felt too wonderful as she touched my face and ran her soft palm down my chin to my jaw. “I didn’t die”

“What are you saying?” You were buried!” I said so confused. I didn’t go to the burial but went to the grave days after to cry my heart out and beg for her forgiveness. Now she was telling me she wasn’t dead. That is so much news to keep your eyes open so I closed my eyes because they feel like popping out their sockets.

“I crawled out of my grave months back; but I have this voice in my head that tells me what to do. It is taking control of me day by day. It is the one responsible for your recent dreams; at least before I wanted to kill you myself. By the way I did that to Amy just now and if you continue your affair I will do it again and this time in both worlds and before your eyes. I warn you! Any girl that comes close to you will get hurt! I want you for myself alone!” She said with her eyes glowing like it did in the park; maybe it signifies extreme emotions when her eyes glows.

“I don’t understand! How do I know this is not just a dream?” I asked. I got up to try and get some air and digest what I was hearing from May.

“Well you will wake up in the same hospital you were the last two falls. Ask your mum what she is keeping from you. Aha! Before I forget you will find a name carved beneath your stool. I want you to ask my mum and dad about that name for me. The voice in my head screams that into my mind very often. I think it has something to do with my parents” She stood up. “I have to go now see you soon. My time is almost up; that is before whoever or whatever that doesn’t sleep and that’s in my head finds out I am here with you. She is busy with you and trust me it is not me this time”

“I am at the hospital again? C’mon May!” I stood up and walked to her. “You are mad at me for cheating on you. I thought or still think you are dead. Why aren’t you here at home if you are not dead?”

“I don’t know where I am and I am like a prisoner in my own body; I have no control of what I do every day and it is getting worse. You have to find me and help me. Don’t forget the name and ask your mum for the truth too. Bye!”

She jumped out of the window before I could say anything more. I had a lot of questions and I still do. I wonder if we are going to meet again.

They say there is a drop of truth in every rumor; I wonder if it is the same for dreams. I mean; is there reality in dreams too?