Gillian returned a smile but her face was rather pale and her eyes lacked their usual twinkle. Since her recent accident, the same bewildering dreams have plagued her each night, flooding her mind with confusion and uncertainty.
"Gill, is something wrong? You don't look well," Kenny's face changed from smile to concern.
Hesitating momentarily, Gillian began confiding her troubles to the young psychiatrist, "Lately, I've been having these reoccurring dreams. I think they are memories from my past but," she paused, skepticism written all over her face, "but I can't be sure. They could just be nothing more than vivid dreams."
"When did these dreams begin?" Kenny asked thoughtfully.
"Since last week after the accident."
"Possibly, the concussion you suffered may have somehow triggered the part of your brain that contain your memories. A person is most susceptible in their sleep, that could explain why your memories are resurfacing in your dreams," he spoke carefully. "What do you see in these dreams?"
"The dreams aren't very concrete, they occur like fragments. Sometimes I am at a beach, sometimes I'm in an apartment, sometimes I am on a road," Gillian recalled, eyes staring blankly ahead.
"Do you see anyone familiar in the dreams?"
"No, I don't think so. The only person that appears in my dreams is this one guy. We seem to be very in love but during one of the dreams I was running away from him. I think we were in a fight or something, I'm not totally sure," she paused momentarily, "The dreams are so real; sometimes when I wake up I actually feel my heart aching like something or someone important is missing."
"Did you ever date in the past? Boyfriends of any kind?"
"I don't know. Char never mentioned anything about a boyfriend. She said our parents were very strict; they wanted us to finish our studies before we date."
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The sun had set hours ago. The only light source illuminated from the lampposts along the empty road they were standing on. There was a street sign by one of the lampposts. XXX street.
"Gill!" she heard him cry for her from behind, forcing her to pause momentarily from walking away. All the while her heart wrenched in agony as warm tears continued to soak her face.
"I don't ever want to see you again," she screamed, before running as fast as her legs could carry her, afraid of seeing the pain written on his face, afraid that her heart would soften in his presence.
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Gillian's eyes fluttered open.
She felt the familiar piercing stab in her heart again.
The neon lights on her alarm clock caught her eye, 2:08 AM.
It was the same dream again except this time the details were even more vivid.
XXX street.
The sign on the street clearly wrote XXX street.
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It was another typical night for Edison. This race was no different from the last few; he had won by an entire block's distance. His opponent hardly posed as a challenge.
Through his glass windows he could see the crowd cheering hard for his win.
He had done his job.
Stepping out of his black Ferrari, the merciless wind immediately brushed against his face, sending his blond spikes into different directions.
With one hand, he held a cigarette to his lips and a lighter with the other.
Appearing on both sides of him were Nicholas and Steven.
"You kicked that guy's butt," Steven cheered excitedly.
Edison merely smirked. The race was only child's play for him.
"Here's the fifty grand for tonight's race," Nicholas said, handing Edison a thick manila envelope. "Don't worry, the guy tomorrow will be more of a challenge," he added, knowing all too well what his friend was thinking.
"We'll see," Edison smirked again, taking another drag from his cigarette.
Abruptly a loud uproar was heard several feet away. A mixture of cheering and hissing could be heard.
The three friends automatically knew another fight had broken out, a typical occurrence that happened at least several times a night, reasons varying from sore losers to bad tempers. Their eyes casually glanced over to the direction of the ruckus before returning to their own conversation.
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Dressed in a waist length black down coat and a pair of stone-washed jeans, Gillian walked along side the crowded road taking in the sight of her surrounding, almost blending into the darkness had it not been for her fair complexion.
Her ears grew numb from the unaccustomed loud commotion of car engines and yelling but she continued to walk, not wanting to leave just yet.
The area resembled her dream exactly except for the crowd. Had she been here before?
A riot suddenly broke out several feet away, startling her, hastening her footsteps she walked further down the road just passing a black vehicle when someone accidentally knocked into her, sending her right into a hard male chest.
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