Sweet Dreams by Makayla Snow

I sat on the chair in the hospital room looking at my mom. I haven’t slept in days, or even eaten. Something really bad happened to my mom last week. I was at my last high school party of the year when this happened. She begged me not to go because she had a strange feeling and didn’t want to be alone, but I was selfish and went anyway. Some police officers showed up at the party and pulled me aside. They told me that my mom was attacked. I went straight to the hospital and she’s been in a coma ever since. The police are still trying to find out who did it, whoever did it broke in right after I left.

“I’m so sorry mom. I never meant for any of this to happen to you. I’ll never go to a party ever again. Please just wake up.” 

Tears rolled down my face. I looked at my mom. She was hooked up to different colored wires and a heartbeat monitor. It’s been a week since she’s been in a coma, and they are saying that she isn’t getting better. 

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m sorry Mr. Steveson. If she’s not improving within a week, we are going to have to take her off life support and you’re not 18 yet, so you can’t say no.”

“No. You can’t take her off please. She’s the only person I have left.”

I broke down crying and the doctor gave me a sad look.

‘’I’m sorry Chris. There’s nothing I can do. We just have to pray and wait for a miracle to happen.”

She put her hand on my shoulder and gave me a small smile. I looked back at my mom, thinking about her smile and her laugh. I need to do something. I need to find out who did this. I went back to my house and saw police tape around the house. I snuck in through the back door. I saw dried blood and broken glass everywhere in the kitchen, but that was all. I didn’t see any clues as to who did this. I walked upstairs to her room because they said she was dragged out of her room and thrown down the stairs. I looked through everything and couldn’t find anything, until I went into my room. On the floor in front of my bathroom door was a necklace that looked oddly familiar. My heart dropped when it came to me. I picked it up and my eyes widened, it was the same one, stone and everything. I had to tell my mom. I layed down in my bed and tried for the life of me to fall asleep so I could tell her but I couldn’t. I grabbed the necklace and went back to the hospital. When I got there, I shut and locked the door. Grabbed a blanket, and turned off the lights. As soon as I layed down, I fell asleep. I opened my eyes and we were at my house. I walked up the steps and looked through the window and saw my mom and dad sitting on the couch. 

“I can’t believe she is dreaming about him.”

I knocked on the door and my mom answered. She stared at me.

“We need to talk.”

I grabbed her and pulled her out as my dad looked at me.

“How are you here? Why are you here?”

“Mom. You’re in a coma right now, and I need you to wake up. They are going to take you off life support.”

“I don’t want to. I can finally be with your dad. Don’t be selfish.”

“Mom. You were attacked last week.”

“Who did it?”

I just looked at her. How am I supposed to tell her who did it? I swallowed hard and rubbed my hands together. 

“Chris? Who attacked me?”

I closed my eyes and looked down.


I said one word. I couldn’t say anything else.

“No. It can’t be. He’s dead.”

“No mom. He’s not. He attacked you last week.”

I hated saying that. 

“I hate to believe it as well, mom. I’m so sorry.”

Tears ran down my face. 

“What are you guys talking about?”

My eyes widened, so did my mom. People aren’t supposed to talk to you unless you dream of them talking to you.


He laughed at me.

“Oh son. How do you think you got those powers?”

“I thought about my grandpa. He always told me that when I grow up to remember it was from him.”

He laughed at me again.

“No son. It was from me. I never told your grandpa because he didn’t want me to have these powers. Your uncle had them too. I never told your mom either.”

“Why did you fake your death?”

“I didn’t love you and your mom anymore. I want to leave but she wouldn’t let me. So I faked it.”

My mom started crying.

“Why did you attack me?”

“I found out you had all my money. I went to the bank and they said that you took it all out and I wanted it back. That was the only way I can get it back.”

I was angry. He just wanted money so he put her in a coma. Makes perfect sense. I have to get her out of here.


She looked at me and I knew her heart was broken. Tears glistened in her eyes. 

“I need you to wake up. I know you felt guilty because of his death, but now you know he isn’t dead. Please wake up.”

Then a thought came into my head. My grandpa once told me that if I meet another person who has the same powers as me and we meet in a dream. If I wake up before them, they would be stuck.

“Mom. You need to wake up now. We need to wake up together. Okay?”

She nodded at me and held my hands.

“What are you guys doing? No. You can’t leave me here. I know what you are doing and she isn’t leaving with you.”

He tried grabbing her but we ran. We ran into a house and I looked at my mom.

On the count of 3 we need to wake up, okay?”

She closed her eyes and nodded.


I looked and saw my dad running to the house. 


He looked at us and ran into the house.



I opened my eyes, and I was back in the doctor’s room. I looked and my mom’s eyes weren’t open. She didn’t come with me. I started to cry. Why didn’t she come back? 


I grabbed her hand and laid my head on her arm. Then, her hand started to move. I shot my head up and my mom’s eyes were open. I smiled and hugged her tight. I called the nurses in and they took my mom to run some tests. When she came back, she smiled at me. 

“Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“It’s over now honey.”

“He’s not going to hurt us anymore.”

I leaned back and my chair and took a deep breath. It’s over.

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