Months Later: Vaguely, there's water. Not me pouring water. I'm in the water. I don't remember how I got there. It's like I was at one place and now I'm in another. I don't know where this water is, it seems small though. Like I'm in some kind of lake or- or... My alarm clock starts ringing and I slowly open my eyes. It didn't startle me but knowing the fact that I have to leave that dream is a struggle. I don't want to leave it because I know I will never see it again. I try to vision it in my head but I can't, it's too blurry. I grow frustrated. I swipe my finger across my cell phone to turn off the obnoxious ringing and I slowly yawn while stretching. I toss the blankets off of me and I slide to the edge of my bed. I run my hands over my legs and I pause when I feel the indent on my thigh. I look down at the light pale scar and I try to remember. When I saw it, I asked mom how I got it. She told me during one of my basketball games I went to save the ball that was going out and I slammed into the metal corner of the bleachers. She said that I passed out and went to the emergency room to get it stitched. But the thing is, I don't remember. One night I tried to remember so hard that I broke down to tears and started crying. I don't know why but I feel parted from something. Like something is burden beneath me and ready to be open. Ever since I don't feel like I lived a month and a half of my life, I feel like I missed so much. I even asked Rebecca what I have been doing but she doesn't say anything. She told me I vanished but my parents tell me a whole different story. I shake my head and I stand up, walking to the bathroom that's down the hall. It's a usual Saturday and months ago my father bought an old ragged one floor building Downtown and made it into a cute café. It became really big, everyone goes there and I'm happy that he opened it. I just don't like how he only has one worker and the other is me. I work there when I don't have school and sports but it doesn't really bother me. I don't have a problem making sandwiches, coffee, drinks and small lunches. I actually enjoymaking the food and everyone who comes always rates it 5/5. And honestly I don't mind making the eggs either. I love them too darn much. It's senior year, it started two months ago and a lot has changed. Of course new freshman students, new lunches and... all the seniors feel like Kings and Queens. We control the lower class men and we can do whatever we want. "Adeline are you almost ready!" Dad shouts from downstairs when I'm wiping my face with a towel. "I'm changing then we can go!" I shout back and he replies with an okay before shutting the front door. Mom must have went to work earlier this morning. I jog back to my bedroom, putting on ripped jeans, a black t-shirt and my black Nike sneakers. I grab my backpack, tossing in small things I would be able to use during my lunch break. I go to my window, opening it wide and tossing my backpack onto the roof. Before I jump out, I pause to look back at the journal on my desk. I turn back to grab it and hop onto the roof. I go onto the rope and I slide down, ignoring the burns my palms get from the speed of sliding time. It'll heal soon. I jog to dad's new Audi that I don't remember him buying and we are off to the café. Downtown is a very beautiful place to go out. The water is there with a ferry that takes you across to the other side. There are a lot of boats with docks and small restaurants and cafés to eat at. A lot of kids in high school get ice cream at night here and walk to the park where you can lay down and watch the sunset. It's my favorite place to go. I roll down the window, feeling the cold breeze brush along my face. It's November and the leaves have already fallen. It's not deadly cold but goosebumps can rise on your body. It's a perfect weather to go out without a jacket. I inhale the fall smell, sweet like cinnamon. I close my eyes, leaning my head back onto the seat. Suddenly, I see water, splashing and a body. I can't breath and I feel like I'm choking. "Stop!" I scream, my eyes snapping open and dad quickly presses on the breaks. The car squeals to the side, cars behind honking while driving by. We almost hit a sidewalk but with his good driving, he stops at a parking spot. I'm clenching onto the seat and door, unbuckling my seatbelt and getting out. It's not the first time this has happen. For two weeks now I've been getting these water visions. Not only in dreams but sometimes when I'm awake. Once I got one while food shopping and I crashed down, bringing cereal boxes down with me. It's embarrassing though. I sigh, running my shaking hand through my hair. Dad puts the car in park and gets out, coming from behind and running his hands on my shoulders. "Are you okay?" He asks me, worrying about me and my random panics. I nod my head, not daring to bring my eyes up to his. "Yeah, let's go." I don't want him to open his café late because we are already a bit over the opening time. He nod's his head, we both go back into the car. Dad turns onto a street where our café is with other restaurants near by. He goes from the back and parks the car. He hands me the keys and I go inside the café from the back door where the kitchen is. I turn on the lights and I place my backpack next to the sink. I go out to the area where everyone eats and sits, turning on every light. I eventually unlock the front door, flipping the closed sign to open. I go behind the counter, unlocking the cashier and getting everything open like the coffee makers and all. Slowly, people start coming in for coffee and morning breakfasts. At this moment, dad is cooking everything while I make the orders and make the drinks. No one really rushes out to go to work. They take their time to eat their food on the table or couch and watch television on the TV's or go on their phones. When business got slow, I went to the kitchen where my dad was and took out my journal. I walk back out to the counter, sitting on a stool by the cashier. I bought the journal when I started to get the vaguely dreams and visions. The only ones I've been getting is water though. The lake water... A body next to me swimming up to the surface. I flip to the first page, starting to write bullets of the water dream. It seems so clean now that I'm writing it. It feels like I'm in it at this moment but it slowly dries off. I'm so curious. "What are you writing?" A voice says behind me and I jump in my seat startled. I quickly snap the journal shut and I turn my head to see that it's only dad. I sigh when I realized that I freaked out for no reason. "Why did you get so scared?" I shake my head. "Sorry, I thought you were someone else." "Oh, anyways... What are you writing?" "Nothing, just stupid stuff." He tries to grab a hold of my journal but my firm hand is over it. "So you are changing your major? You want to write now?" "Eh, it's a new phase I guess. I'll get over it quickly." "We'll see about that. You know I won't be upset if you major in writing or journalism." I roll my eyes, smiling. "Dad, I'm still going for Pharmacy, I'm not changing anything." He slowly walks away from me, going closer to the door that takes you to the kitchen. "Okay... I'm just wondering." I laugh, turning my head back to the journal. I tap my pen over the written paper with my fingers.