After school i walked home with Carter, when we go to my front porch he stopped. "I'm worried about you."
He said sternly.
"Because of the dreams? It's ok Carter, i'm sure it's nothing."
I said. "No nicole, when you get hurt in your dreams, you get hurt in real life."
He started raising his voice.
"I can't control it Carter, it's nothing, trust me."
i said weakly. I new what was happening to me was dangerous, but i didn't want to upset Carter. "If you get hurt don't come crying to me"
he yelled. He walked away hands in his pockets, not even looking back.
I felt my eyes swell up with tears,
i just watched him hoping he would turn around and come back, but he didn't. I ran up to
my room tears streaming down my face. That was the first agrument i had ever had with Carter.
It killed me to know that he cared about me, and I just resented him. I wish i was more open to
people, I wish i could let people in. That night i was terrified to go to bed. Carter's words ran through my head over,
and over again. What if he was right?
I quickly picked up my phone and dialed his number. After i called him three times, he finally picked up.
"What?' He said in a crackling voice,
like he had been crying. "I'm sorry.. about before, I-I'm scared to, Do you think you could come over tonight?"

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