The Dreamcatcher

'Another night another fight to dreamland.' . I muttered to myself after marking an 'X' to the calendar pinned on the wall... that's how I struggle to fall asleep.

"That's the 4th night this week. "

4 days straight without proper sleep. I tried everything to fall asleep, I tried drinking milk before bed, stretching before bed, praying before bed, you name it... I do fell asleep but only for a couple of hours, or worse, just minutes then I'll wake up back again and I'll find it hard to go back to sleep.

Its not normal anymore! Even murderers falls asleep better than I do with their conscience all messed up and all that, if they have any. Then here I am struggling like this! I can't even hurt a damn fly!

Next day, I went to an antique store across town because I love the knickknacks they sell there and old things fascinates me like those scary ass dolls and lamps and things... they have their history, they are history. Their original owner is either probably dead or don't find the use of them anymore.

Strangely enough their oldness and history was enough make me want to lay down and sleep.

Wanna ask about last night?

Yeah, I just had 3 hours of sleep and I could even hardly recall since I sleep like a computer, no dreams, no nightmares, no nothing just total blackout.

"Found something good?"

Asked the emo cashier. I dont know him, I rarely come here.

"Nah"

I shrugged.

"I have something cool here, like.this.thing.is.... hardcore."

He went down to dig something under the counter and I immediately knew it was rubbish.

He sprung and swung this circular object in front of my face. It has blue and purple fluffy feathers hanging on its end, I actually find it cute.

"What's that? It's looks like something owned by a hippie."

I mused. He grinned.

"Well yeah, mostly. It's a classic Indian Decor, If i recall... "

He said like a professional.

"... it's called a dreamcatcher."

"That's a cute name and even if it sounds like you just made it up."

"That'll be $40."

He said with confidence. I scrunched up my nose in distaste.

"That's sick man, no fair! Who knows maybe you made that yourself with used floss!"

I said in disbelief.

"Hahahaha! $4? Dont be so rude to your Indian ancestors."

He scolded. He's pretty cheerful for an emo or a goth or a metalhead. I can't really tell them apart.

"Done!"

I slammed my hand on the glass counter table with my $4. He smiled truimphantly to me.

I like that guy, hopes nothing bad happens to him.

I was smiling when I exited the shop and went straight home.

I hung it at the top of my headboard just in the right distance from my head. Is it too near? I Hope this helps.

The cashier also told me to hung it anywhere to scare scary dreams away. He was really fun to talk to, the shop was scarce of costumers so we got to talk alot longer.

I jumped to bed, tossing and turning to find a comfortable position.

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"Devy-stands for Delavigne or Devilish."

Jean said sitting like a boy on top of one of the picnic tables waving her left hand dramatically for effects.

"Wow, that name is so cool!"

Hana responded with amusement. Yeah? Coz for this girl everything Jean says is cool. I rolled my eyes. -these two bastards are my only friends.

"Avicii's more cooler"

I interjected. Jean eyed me - Jean Delavigne a rad looking, tomboyish probably gay friend of mine, bipolar and'll probably beat you up if you get on her nerves.

She have this thin shoulder length golden blonde hair even her brows and her lashes as well and maybe even down there are golden blonde too, ew. She has bangs and hair dead straight hair unlike the owner. Not to mention the freckles on her cheeks littered all over her face. Hey its a rare case! and I think it's pretty cool. She wears a white tees tucked in on her mom jeans and a while nike air shoes and lots of bands and bracelet decorated both of her wrists.

"You can't say 'more' and adding '-er' on the same sentence thats fifth grade!"

Heres Hana Blues, a straight 'A' asshole, kidding... I love her, shes a sweetheart, smart, realist, perfectionist, shittist... kidding aside, she has those long brown curly hair, the waves are unbelievable! She wears an off shoulder light pink fitted top that is tucked in on her skirt. Shes your stereotypical Asian friend with her eyes so small and her being so impossibly smart.

"Yeah, Whatevs- did I mention I just had a very good shut eye after buying that dreamcatcher! I just had a very scary ass dream!"

I said with excitement... Yeah, me of course I have to describe myself... I have a red shoulder length hair, frizzy as fuck and a very short bangs, very SHORT bangs, like seriously, its above the brows and if you'll say it's the only interesting thing about me then I'll agree... I cut it myself. I wore a long overall worker's jumper and underneath it is a white T-shirt with red pleats on the collar and on the sleeves.

"Uhhh-Who fucking asked?!"

Jean said as she plays on her her Ps4 or whatever even is that... is that a gameboy?! I can't tell.

Now I pissed Jean off. Classic me.

"Uhh- that's not a dream, its called a nightmare."

Hana corrected me again. We are now walking home after school at the moment, since school is just practically only 15 minutes away. They just waited for me by the grounds in one of the picnic table there.

"No, seriously there's this guy chained up, it was dark but I could tell there were cows hanging around like literally... like a butchery!"

"Like cows hanging around? Smoking weeds? Drinking sodas? Thats indeed fucking horrifying. It must've been hard for you."

Jean interrupted rudely still playing and not looking at us.

Hana grabbed me by my forearm to stop me to paused on our tracks as Jean continued to walk, unaware.

I faced Hana and so did she to me.

"It's your fault pissing her off."

She snapped at me, scolding me like a mother would then continued to walk practically stomping as I hurriedly followed.

Did I mention that Jean is a bipolar?! You'll never know how she will react when you do or say some random shit, then there's Hana, that'll do shit literally anything just to calm Jean's tits down.

I dont understand why is she even friends with a complete ass pull.

"Well, I gotta do my thing."

I said in a optimistic tone as soon as I caught up with her pace. As defiant as I am, I just love pissing Jeans flat ass because I hated her guts and I think she feels the same way.

We all stoped as we reach my house. Jean lift up her head and kept her gameboy on her back pocket and spoke.

"Forgot to mention, were going on an adventure on the strange abandoned science facility further west of town at eight, wanna tag along?"

She asked while raising one of her barely visible eye brows as she blew the gum I had no idea shes been chewing.

"Are you kidding?!... "

I have a bad feeling about this but this should be fun.

"I'll definitely go!"

I had no idea that this'll be the worst night of my life.