I sat straight up from my bed. What the hell? This is all so new to me. I’ve never been one to believe that my dreams or… well… whatever that was but could it possibly be true? Was it a murder case? Or am I just listening to my thoughts? Do I just go along with it? Do I go to her house? Do I just stay here? I don’t know what to do.

Are these just ways of coping with her death? What should I do? I mean I’m not the type to just believe what I dream of but it seemed genuine. It was a dream after all…

This reminded me about Devon and him wanting me to text him. Maybe if I were to talk to him I would be able to understand what that little blurb was.

Or maybe I should just go to Camellia’s house and go to her kitchen. Usually my thoughts can be right, maybe dreams can be right. I don’t know though. Is this just a way to cope? I’ve never had anything this traumatic since my parents divorce, and that didn’t even have even half of the impact as the death of her did. Maybe I should text Devon. He should know what to do since he claims that he’s been through this before.

I grabbed my phone and pulled up his number from the missed call notification that was just sitting there for 30 minutes or more. I clicked the “Message” option from the missed call notification. Maybe he’ll be some form of help instead of being useless like he can be most of the time.

“Hey its Valerie. I need ur help with something”

“Oh hi it took u a while to text”

“Yep. Have u ever had a dream that the person that killed themselves reached out to u and say that they were killed by someone else and not themselves?”

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A few moments had gone by and the text bubbles were popping off then they went away. I had just been sitting in silence for the past two minutes before I had added another text. He probably isn’t responding because of how straightforward it is.

“…so???? Ik its super out of context but I need to if im crazy or not.”

“No I havent… are u ok?”

Why is he asking that when it is clear that I’m not? If he really has been through this before, he should know that I’m not okay. Especially when I ask a question like that.

“No im not. But wtv. I was asking to see if u have bc it happened to me. It said that I should go to her house and go to the kitchen. Idk if I should though”

“U should. An interaction like that isnt js random. It could mean something”

“Lets not feed into my delusion that Camellia didnt kill herself. Everything pointed to a suicide its js a dream anyway”

“No u rlly should go to her house. Those interactions could mean u can like predict the truth or something. I can go with u”

“Idk if her parents would be ok with that. Her parents knew all her friends and u guys werent”

“I can js say im there for moral support and u didnt want to go by urself”

“Ig fine.”

“Cool. U want me to pick u up? I got a car”

“Yea sure”

“Alr see u”

I didn’t respond to the last thing he said because I didn’t know what else to say. There wasn’t anything else to say. I let a hot-head make a decision that didn’t make any sense. It was a dream, not Camellia herself saying she was murdered. Ugh, why did I text him about this? Now I have to go back to her house. Am I even ready for that? Hopefully I will be.

I don’t have time to wonder about it at this moment. I just need to put my bra on and wait for him to come by.

“O uh btw, what’s ur address? Forgot to ask that”

“Right. It’s **** at Lane Av”

“Ok omw”

Hopefully, I’ll be ready. I’m terrified to see what happens…