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"I'm not going to leave," I told the lawyer, Ryan Brown, or whatever his name was. "I'm staying here."770Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbGSRvjoOxe
He frowned. "Your dad paid a fortune for me to convince you to come stay with him."
"I'm sorry," I apologized, and clenched my hand. I was never comfortable in asserting what I believed in and stubborn in what I wanted. But this time, it was different.
I had no one left. If I did go over to my dad, I didn't want to become a burden. I had the full capability of living alone here.
"But, Wenona, you don't understand-"
"It's Wendy," I corrected him.
"Wendy," he sighed. "It's not safe here."
I blinked. "It's my home, Mr Brown, I'm not leaving."
"It's Ryan. Ryan Black."
I exhaled. "I'm not leaving, Mr. Black. You can tell my father that."
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That night, I couldn't sleep.
Hundreds of dreamcatchers had been unable to bring the comfort that required for me to sleep. What was the use of it to begin with? Why did my mom make so many in the first place?
Was she really as crazy as everyone thought her to be?
I shook that question away. No one knew my mom the way I did. No one was with her the way I was. Sure she had her quirks and random acts of weird that I questioned myself but other than that she was as normal as normal could get.
I miss her. I walked to the table, and pour myself a glass of water to drink and exhaled. I twist the glass in my hand and wonder whether it knows grief when I see the water shaking. That's strange. What's going on?
It takes me a moment to understand that the entire house is shaking. The dreamcatchers beginning to fall, and I realize that it's an earthquake. We never had an earthquake in Golden Creek as long as I can remember. I don't know the protocol for this. Was it- to take shelter inside the bed? Or was it run to the nearest clearing available? I couldn't remember.
I didn't have to debate my two options, the earthquake was growing stronger and I the closest option would be the safest, I slid myself inside the bed. I took in measured breaths. I needed to be calm. I needed to be relaxed. I needed to-770Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgWxP6yBkdv
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All the dreamcatchers in my room fell on the floor with a bang. Some broke apart, and I hold back a cry. My mom made them...
The house begins to shake strongly, violently, and I find it harder to stay calm.
I can hear the furniture moving along to the earthquake and once in a while, I hear the crash of another pile of dreamcatchers. Everything's falling apart.
A red dreamcatcher falls right in front of my face. My mom told me that it was the first one my mom hung in this room. She had told me that this was the dreamcatcher she made when she was pregnant.
With a trembling hand, I reach out for it as the shelf near the window falls down. I cover my shriek with my other hand. I grab onto the dreamcatcher and bring it close to me. I clutch it hard and hold back my tears. But with every violent shake, with every dreamcatcher falling, I'm finding it hard to be strong.
Everything... is falling apart.
This house is going to be destroyed.
My mom is dead.
And I... I'm alone.
I burst into tears as I clutch the dreamcatcher even harder and whisper, "please, make it stop."
With shut eyes, I repeat it like a chant. "Make it stop, please. Make it stop."
I'm close to a panic attack when a sudden burst of golden light makes me blink open my eyes. The earthquake is over and my eyes fall to the fallen dreamcatchers, I gasp.
They're- they're glowing. They're emitting a soft golden glow. A reassurance and calmness sweeps over me and my tears dry up. With measured movements, I bring myself up from under the bed and stand.
I look around and from the door, I see the dreamcatchers fallen on the hallway are glowing too. Confusion hits me. I'm not sure what's going on. Did I hit my head too hard or am I dead already?
The red dreamcatcher still clutched in my hand, I run to the other rooms to confirm the suspicions that were slowly forming in my head. I didn't know what I should feel right now. Shock? Surprise? Fear? Paranoia? Death?
Am I dead? Because no other logical reason could explain what I saw. No other reason could explain what I had just witnessed.
Thousands of dreamcatchers glowing on the floor of my house.
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