Francine

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I saw her walking through the trees and past the abandoned bridge on Old Finch road.  “Where are you taking me?” I said, but she turned around looked me dead in the eye and kept walking. The forest was dark, and I could barely see her but I kept walking.  No matter how many times I asked her where she was talking me she kept ignoring me.

I noticed she was wearing black jeans, worn out black converse, and she had long black hair that went passed her shoulders.  I figured in case I lost track of where she was walking it would make it easier to find her.

She then turned around and finally pointed at something, we were back at the bridge.  I kept watching as she sat on the edge of bridge looking out on the night sky, it was peaceful. I saw the bushes on the opposite side of the bridge move, “look out” I said but it was no use, she continued to ignore me. Whoever it was kept walking toward her, they were walking slowly, and behind her almost as if they didn’t want her to notice. I closed my eyes, I couldn’t look anymore. As soon as my I closed my eyes for what had felt like 5 seconds, I heard a loud single splash.

No, she couldn’t have fall. What am I saying of course she didn’t fall? She was pushed. If I kept my eyes opened I could have saw who did it! She’s dead!

“Francine!!” my mom called as my alarm went off, “You’re going to be late for school”

“Just a minute mom” There I was laying in my bed soaked in sweat, with dirt on my hands. I thought it was just a dream. I didn’t have time to think about it anymore, I had to get ready. I hated getting up for school, it was the absolute worst.  The only thing that gives me some motivation is the fact that prom’s coming up and I still have to find the perfect dress.

As I was in the shower I heard my mom call “Francine! Can you explain this to me?” I hoped out the shower and walked to my room. It was soaked, and everything in my room was destroyed.

“Mom. I have no idea what happened. I really don’t. I woke up me drenched in sweat, and sore. I had this weird dream of this girl who was pushed off the bridge.”

“Wait. What” my mom said with this fearful look on her face.

“In my dream there was this girl and she took me to the creepy bridge on Morningside. I saw someone approaching her, and before I knew it she was in the water.”

My mom just hugged me and said we’re going to a psychologist. The entire ride there I couldn’t stop thinking why in the world were we going to the the psychologist for a dream. Don’t people normally sleep walk?

“we’re going to get you help okay?” Mom said as we pulled up the empty parking lot. I just turned to her and smiled I couldn’t wrap my head around what was happening.

My mom explained the symptoms to the psychologist, Jesse Clarke who said “You’re going to have a polysomnogram done also known as a sleep test evaluating your behaviour during your sleep. Doctor Hynes will be watching you carefully, monitoring your heart, lungs, brain activity, and breathing patterns.

The doctor came in after Jesse was done explaining, she was beautiful.  She was tall with long brown hair, kind small, blue eyes. “Good morning Francine, I’m going to be performing your polysomnogram today.  If you have any concerns, let me know. We can stop the assessment at any time.”

Following what feltl ike a short meeting, she took me to this empty white room with a bed.  On the opposite wall where the bed was there was this glass wall. I walked over to the bed and laid down, slowly falling asleep. I had the same dream, but this time I wasn’t allowed to leave the room! I was struggling to open the door, and go to the forest. It was tiresome having this dreadful dreams. I woke up to find myself on the floor near the door. I quickly looked over at the Glass wall in the room, but there was no one there. Before I could process what was happening Doctor Hynes opened the door for me.

“Francine. I need you to sit on the bed and just relax for a couple of minutes. Can you do that for me” I nodded and quickly stumbled to the bed where she handed me a glass of water.

“Were you aware that you talk, kick, run while your asleep?”

“No, I had no idea I was doing that while I was asleep.” I heard sobbing from the other side of the room and my mom was crying.

She noticed me starring at her and said “I-I’m fine sweetie. I just feel like I’ve disappointed you as a mother and I could have helped you.  It’s too late now.”

“what do you mean it’s too late mom?” She never responded. “what do you mean it’s too late mom?” I asked again. My heart started beating fast, there’s something she isn’t telling me.

“wh-en I was younger; around your age I would act out my dreams in real life.  Every night I had the same dream of walking to the cemetery to where Grandma is.  But one night, it was different. Instead of going alone I brought Aunt Jillian with me, and I kept saying now we can be with mom, now we can be with mom.  While I was saying that, I was picking up dirt with my bare hands and throwing it on her. I have REM-disorder too sweetie, it’s going to be okay.”

“Mom this isn’t the right time for calling me your pet names. I dreamt of the girl dead mom! I killed her! That’s why you brought me here didn’t you.  Because you knew I’m the one who hurt her so now you want to fix me!”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to tell you.” She said.  Before I could put all the pieces together two men came in.

“Which one of you ladies are Francine Fitzgerald?”

“Me, I-I’, Francine”

“You’re under arrest for the murder of Catherine White. You have the right to remain silent anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you.”

They then picked me up off the bed and each officer walked me out the room on both sides of me. I didn’t know what to feel at this point.

The damage is already done, I deserve this.

 

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