You Were My New Dream Novels & Stories

Jeanne fought through the stabbing pain in her leg, forcing herself to answer the voice that had called her name. "Darren… I'm here…" But no one replied. She jerked her eyes open. Blood blurred her vision, painting the world in red. The car interior was empty—completely still. She was alone. The man who had just shouted her name hadn't saved her. As her consciousness sank, Jeanne slipped into a dream. She dreamed of that year when Darren had chased her all the way to Los Cielos.

He walked 99 steps toward me, making me believe that there was someone who could truly love me in this world, enough for me to take the final step myself. I once believed that step would lead me to a lifetime of peace, until the day I was brought back into the Liddell family.

“I was working in a different, but familiar place. I saw you, but couldn’t get to you. Can you guess why?” “I dunno.” “It still hurts. Like it’s real…” “Why? What happened?” “A bunch of songs by The 1975 and LANY were playing all throughout the dream. And it was happening.” “Somebody Else?” “It started with Quit, but yes, that played after I saw you. I was shaking, couldn’t move and didn’t know what to do. Love? Don’t leave? I swear. I’ll be a better person.” “Hey, love. It’s going to be okay. Calm down. Try to calm down. I’m here.”

I couldn't shake the feeling that she was the new me, the free spirit I wanted to wake up. When morning arrived, I found myself staring at the ceiling once again, a renewed sense of determination taking hold of my thoughts. The dream lingered at the edges of my mind, its essence pulsing with promise as I considered the opportunity ahead. I set my sights on winning—gaining acceptance into that college, escaping this cold town that seemed indifferent to me, and building a future where I could shed this old skin of doubt and resentment.

You like? "Hell yes! My absolute favourite." I said in profound excitement. "Lucky guess. Everyone likes Fleetwood Mac, don't they?" “I guess” I responded quickly I returned attention to the music. Dream was one song I had as my only surviving memory after the accident. I'd listen to it repeatedly singing the part that said " like a heartbeat drives you mad... in the stillness of remembering what you had and what you lost.". As though it held the solution to my pains. Before I could think we were both singing along off-key and laughing at each other's terrible pitch. The street lights were streaked across the windshield like ribbons of gold and silver. For the first time in months, I felt...

I nod my head in response and look straight, feeling the plane taking off slowly from the ground. We were finally leaving this place behind. I took this chance and look out of the window, admiring the beauty of my hometown. “Goodbye,” I say softly, placing my palm on the window and feel a tear roll down my cheeks. Mom grasps my hand and says, “Don’t worry. You will make many friends in New York. Don’t think about what happened anymore okay?” I gave her a sad smile and look away. Never look back at this place again and move on. This will be my new beginning. I repeat this in my head a hundred times before I drift off to sleep wondering what my future will be like...

Dringgggg! The blaring sound of my alarm jolted me awake, and my eyes snapped open. For a moment, I lay there, staring at the ceiling above me, my heart pounding in my chest. The dream lingered in my mind, vivid and hauntingly real. I exhaled deeply, running a hand over my face. “It was just a dream,” I muttered to myself, though it felt like so much more. Her voice still echoed in my ears, her words replaying over and over: I’m proud of you.

My back collides with the soft bed and I settle down after a few bounches. I look up with dread. With straight lips and clenched teeth he was unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes were intense and cold. A shiver passes through my spine in dread. My body starts trembling at the possibilities of what he is thinking of doing. “I still haven't destroyed your dreams, love. I will destroy it bit by bit. Everyday, your dreams will be destroyed a little bit and at last...." I shake my head when I see him throwing his shirt away. “a new dream will flourish and that will be me. Your dreams will be filled with me in it."

I pray to God everyday, That you keep that smile. Yeah, you are my dream, There's not a thing I won't do. I'd give my life up for you, 'Cause you are my dream. And baby, everything that I have is yours, You will never go cold or hungry. I'll be there when you're insecure, Let you know that you're always lovely. Girl, 'cause you are the only thing that I got right now. One day when the sky is falling, I'll be standing right next to you,

"As long as you're happy." That night, I lay in my bed, having the most peaceful dreams. I had taken a week off from work to travel around with Mom and Dad. Their smiles grew more and more every day. In stark contrast to my peaceful and comfortable life in Myrthia, there was Nyra, who had just learned in Ardenai that I had sold the house. When she showed up at the house and rang the doorbell, no one answered. At that moment, the real estate agent arrived with potential buyers.