In Your Dreams

Written by Alice Xu

          She was so angry when she shouted: “If I come next time and you are still playing, don’t blame me if I do something crazy!” Then, she slammed the door, leaving me outside. Alone. 

          My parents died when I was 5. I never knew how they died, but they went to a magical place called Heaven. At least, that is what my uncle told me every time I asked him. He was the only person who could make me feel warm and welcome in their family, until he died in an accident. They had a daughter, Aleida, who had just turned five. 

Laying down on the cold floor, I couldn’t believe I had now lived in this terrible family for almost 6 years.

          I stood up and walked outside, wandering the streets looking for a new home. I was tired of an  aunt who treated me like an animal, an annoying little freak that views me as a servant. 

When I walked near a pond, I suddenly saw a reflection of myself looking back there from the water. Skinny and weak, with scars tattooed in my skin where my aunt had whipped me. I fell to the ground in tears. 

          This was not the life I wanted. When I opened my eyes, I saw a cozy, small house with a warm fireplace. My mother is there, holding me in her arms and whispering stories. My father wiped my tears away. But when I closed my eyes and opened them again, they were all gone. I was still sitting near the pond, alone and weeping. My dream had seemed so real. I wondered, do other people only dream of what they have lost?

        I stood up and I ran.  I ran away from fear, away from loneliness. Miles and miles I ran without stopping; there was no way to turn back. Eventually, my body hurt from running, and  I had to stop to catch my breath. But I couldn’t stand up straight. I reached into my pocket, and pulled out the only picture I had left of my parents for comfort. I smiled peacefully, and closed my eyes. I didn’t realize that I was in the middle of the road, and I didn’t see a car coming from around the bend. 

          When I opened my eyes again, angels flew around me, and there were stars in the sky. I reached into my pocket, but the photo was gone. Instead, it was replaced by so many photos of my mother, father, and me. A family. I looked up, and saw my parents standing right in front of me. I rushed towards them, and my uncle who  stood next to them. 

       “It’s Heaven,” he whispered to me. 

        I didn’t want to wake up, and so I never did.

Published by haringeyunchained

Haringey Unchained is a collective of students aiming to show case the creative talent of Haringey Sixth Form College in Tottenham, London. We think that through the promotion of our creative thoughts, we can educate our community, bringing to the foreground the critical and creative consciousness of a vibrant school in a deprived part of London. We are endeavouring to provide this blog as a platform for our community, giving the space to those whose work otherwise might not be seen or read. Being that the cuffs are off, we are able to express through our photography, art, short fiction and poetry, what’s really on our minds. We are free.

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