Dreamer

When she woke up, she opened her eyes.

She looked outside. Everything was grey.

But that was really nothing new. It was the same old story called her life.

Her fucking life. "But not fucking in the positive sexual meaning", she thought.

What a shame! A young woman as beautiful as she should wake up in the morning next to her loving husband or lover or whatever.

But her bed was empty. It had been empty for about three years. Since Thomas had died.

She decided to switch on the radio. Maybe a little song would keep her from thinking about her past and she wouldn't have to face the fact that she was alone.

It was an Ozzy Osbourne song called "Dreamer":

Gazing through the window at the world outside
Wondering if mother earth will survive
Hoping that mankind will stop abusing her, sometime

After all there's just the two of us
And here we are still fighting for our lives
Watching all of history repeat itself, time after time

I'm just a dreamer, I dream my life away
I'm just a dreamer, who dreams of better days

I watch the sun go down like everyone of us
I'm hoping that the dawn will bring a sign
A better place for those who will come after us this time

I'm just a dreamer, I dream my life away, oh yeah
I'm just a dreamer, who dreams of better days

Your higher power may be God or Jesus Christ
It doesn't really matter much to me
Without each other's help there ain't no hope for us
I'm living in a dream, a fantasy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

If only we could just find serenity
It would be nice if we could live as one
When will all this anger, hate and bigotry be gone?

I'm just a dreamer, I dream my life away, today
I'm just a dreamer, who dreams of better days, OK
I'm just a dreamer, who's searching for the way, today
I'm just a dreamer, dreaming my life away
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

It expressed exactly how she felt: Caged in her life. Surrounded by darkness. And there seemed to be no door with the word "exit" above it. No knight in shining armour who could have saved her.

At night time she was a dreamer. She dreamed of better days to come.

But her normal life was a nightmare. Now that she knew that Mr. Parker wasn't her father she realized that maybe everything else he had ever told her had also been lies.

And the one person that had never lied to her was Jarod, the one she had been chasing for about six years, the one whom she had once given his first kiss, the one that had never forgotten her birthday.

She really had to make her way out of bed and into to bathroom if she didn't want to be late for work. But what did it really matter if she didn't appear today? Maybe no one would recognize her absence.

Except for Broots and Sydney.

So she took a long and hot shower.

When she stepped out of the bathroom her instincts told her that something was wrong. Someone had been in her bedroom while she had been in the shower.

She looked around, and finally she found a note on her pillow.

Keep on fighting for your life and for the truth. It's still out there …

Love, Jarod

And so she found the strength to face another day, hoping that better days would come soon …

THE END

P.S. There will be no sequel. Please R&R. THX