The farther i drove from the warehouse the more fuzzy my vision got until i eventually blacked out.
I woke up in a small room with blue walls there was a small wooden dressing cabinet with old tv and vhs tapes on top.
I looked around confused there was a window to the right side of the bed i woke up in so i got up and walked over to look outside. Confused at the sight of a small road and houses both across the street and next to the one i was in. "What the hell, where am i," i muttered as i turned to see two doors, one on both sides of the cabinet i walked to the door closest to me and slowly turned the knob so it wouldn't be too loud.
It was a closet with nothing but three sets of clothes folded neatly on a shelf. I walked to the door on the left side of the room this time putting on shoes that were next to the bed i awoke in before turning the knob to exit. To my surprise there was a woman setting a table, she quickly glanced up at me without turning her head as she pretended not to notice.
I Had a bad feeling about the woman and turned my head to look for the exit which was only about 5-6 feet distance from where i stood. I was about to walk when the woman looked up and said " Oh, your up early i was just about to make breakfast what would you like?" Startled i moved back towards the room and replied " Um ..." But before i could finish replying i felt a sharp pain in my head and my vision blurred as i fell to the floor i saw the woman with a sinister smile on her face before falling unconscious.
I woke up once more in the same bed and looked around, everything was the same. I got up again and walked directly towards the door leading to the woman only this time i knew who she was.
Carol Eversworth my new foster mom as of two days before and today was the day i start school.
My name was Chris Syco but then what was that dream about and why did it feel so real? I was curious to know maybe the woman in the dream was my real mother but then was that a memory and why did it end with me seeing this room ?
Nothing i thought of could answer the questions swiming in my mind so i thought maybe it was just stress, i had been starting school that day so it made sense. I walked out of the room only to see Carol setting the table i stopped because once again her eyes had glanced at me but she acted as if she did not notice. "Good morning Carol," i said as i stood there. She looked up with a disappointed look and said "oh hey, i was just cleaning up from breakfast if your hungry we'll have to get you something from a drive through on the way cause your so late!" I took a moment to apreciate her looks "Even if she is my foster mom shes freaking pretty," i thought to myself. Carol was in her mid thirties but looked as though she could pass for her mid twenty's she had blonde wavy hair that ran down to her chest, her body was curvy and enough to make any man drool. She wore black jeans and a sweatshirt that read "Dont touch" along the front. As if she were able to read my mind in the second that i glanced at her she said " Hurry and change is that what your wearing to your first day of school?" I looked down and saw that i had on a button up shirt with black sports cars on it as well as grey shorts with no pockets, i turned and ran to get changed. I threw on one of the outfits that had been folded in the closet, it was a black long-sleeve shirt and white cargo sweats "pretty nice fit" i muttered before running out the door.
I am gonna be a school boy !!!