TITLE: Tourist Trade
GENRE: Young Adult
I suspect growing up next to Bonaventure cemetery had something to do with the reason my dreams were filled with all this agony.
It only got worse as I grew up.
Same story almost every time I fell asleep, only the characters changed.
I had the sneaking suspicion I was going to have to take my brother James up on his offer for a referral for therapy, or at the very least, some serious drugs to help me get past what I saw when I closed my eyes.
I stared reluctantly at my bed as my eyes grew heavy. Jane, my sister snored quietly in the bed across from mine, peacefully enjoying her sleep. Envy crept in to the periphery of my thoughts as I watched her dreaming.
It had gotten to the point where I hated the idea of going to sleep. A self-professed night-owl, I came up with creative ways to keep myself awake. Finished more homework, listened to every song available in my library, read as much fiction as I could get my hands on.
I may as well get something out of this bargain, I rationalized, as I looked over at the alarm clock and noted the single digits of the new day.
I feared she’d bring the same, and as I collapsed onto my pillow, shuttered my eyes closed, I waited for her come like some twisted voyeur staring at something I knew wasn’t any good for me.
And I hated her for it.