Hero
Chapter 4 - Dream or Reality
*Renee's point of view
I find myself staring at the text Niall sent for at while. After 20 minutes of staring at the text, I decide to go to sleep. When did I get his number, and how did he get mine? I try to think back to earlier today, but I am too tired. I go to sleep to the rain bouncing lightly off my roof. I drift off to a land of dreams and Niall comes in sight. He is siting on bright green grass. The trees are bright pink and white. It must be spring I think. Right next to him looks like a girl. I try to look closer and realize that it's me! I seem about the same. But after a while we say goodbye and I drive off in my black convertible bug. I'm 16, so this is next year. After what seems like a while, Niall and I are at dance. We're dancing at the Miami High School Senior Prom. I must have asked him to go. It's weird because I'm not the kind of person to go to one. Yet alone be dancing with a guy. I am a very closed off person. After more moments we are in a hospital. I look about 21 and Niall 26. I am in a bed peering down at this small child in my arms. Niall is right by my side. We both have the same soft happy smile on our face and it seems like we can't take our eyes off this tiny human being. The doctor comes in and congratulates us on our boy and hands us a birth certificate. The paper says a name right across the top, “Ryan Liam Horan”. That must be the baby's name. There's a long period where it is just blackness. A dark black pit of emptiness. It seems to get lighter after a while, but not by much. I see myself walking under the dark gray clouds, not much older than I was before in the previous place. Rain falls hard on me but I seem to keep walking. I wearing black jeans and a black shirt. I carry a bouquet of white roses with the tips of each flower painted black. I walk up a hill and enter a land with stones lined up in rows on the ground. I feel warm tears slide down my cheeks mixing with the cold wet rain. I stop in front of a shiny gray rectangle glosses by the rain. I look down at the grave as I feel gravity pushing down on me. It's like the world is coming down on me. I read the grave, “Niall James Horan. 1993 – 2021”. At the sight of this collapse to my knees. I scream at the grave, “Give me a reason Niall!” I take the last rose in my hand and crawl a foot to the grave near bye. The grave reads, “Ryan Liam Horan. 2019 – 2021”. I can hear myself scream, not in the dream, but in real life. I waken to the little streams of tears running down my face. I know I am not in my dream anymore, but it seems like I am. All the worries in the world has just disappeared. I feel strength rejoin with my body again. I feel happy and care free. It feels like I am floating on a cloud getting closer to the bright Heavenly light ahead.
I find myself staring at the text Niall sent for at while. After 20 minutes of staring at the text, I decide to go to sleep. When did I get his number, and how did he get mine? I try to think back to earlier today, but I am too tired. I go to sleep to the rain bouncing lightly off my roof. I drift off to a land of dreams and Niall comes in sight. He is siting on bright green grass. The trees are bright pink and white. It must be spring I think. Right next to him looks like a girl. I try to look closer and realize that it's me! I seem about the same. But after a while we say goodbye and I drive off in my black convertible bug. I'm 16, so this is next year. After what seems like a while, Niall and I are at dance. We're dancing at the Miami High School Senior Prom. I must have asked him to go. It's weird because I'm not the kind of person to go to one. Yet alone be dancing with a guy. I am a very closed off person. After more moments we are in a hospital. I look about 21 and Niall 26. I am in a bed peering down at this small child in my arms. Niall is right by my side. We both have the same soft happy smile on our face and it seems like we can't take our eyes off this tiny human being. The doctor comes in and congratulates us on our boy and hands us a birth certificate. The paper says a name right across the top, “Ryan Liam Horan”. That must be the baby's name. There's a long period where it is just blackness. A dark black pit of emptiness. It seems to get lighter after a while, but not by much. I see myself walking under the dark gray clouds, not much older than I was before in the previous place. Rain falls hard on me but I seem to keep walking. I wearing black jeans and a black shirt. I carry a bouquet of white roses with the tips of each flower painted black. I walk up a hill and enter a land with stones lined up in rows on the ground. I feel warm tears slide down my cheeks mixing with the cold wet rain. I stop in front of a shiny gray rectangle glosses by the rain. I look down at the grave as I feel gravity pushing down on me. It's like the world is coming down on me. I read the grave, “Niall James Horan. 1993 – 2021”. At the sight of this collapse to my knees. I scream at the grave, “Give me a reason Niall!” I take the last rose in my hand and crawl a foot to the grave near bye. The grave reads, “Ryan Liam Horan. 2019 – 2021”. I can hear myself scream, not in the dream, but in real life. I waken to the little streams of tears running down my face. I know I am not in my dream anymore, but it seems like I am. All the worries in the world has just disappeared. I feel strength rejoin with my body again. I feel happy and care free. It feels like I am floating on a cloud getting closer to the bright Heavenly light ahead.
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