Part 3...

'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!' I scream at the top of my lungs. I hear my mother running upstairs to my room. 'What? Are you ok?' She is holding a knife in her right hand, but she had just woken up. It is 7 AM. 'Mum, is that the knife that is missing from the kitchen? Did you take it? Why?' 'I have to have protection for you in case something happens.' 'Nothing's going to happen. Calm down. It was just a nightmare.' I don't seem to care. Not as much as her. She looks at me with the same look as always. She can't help it. All she sees is a broken girl, a toy which has to be fixed. ' I can't be fixed, mom. Just..leave, please....PLEASE!' She turns around and walks towards the door. 'I washed your tie, it is in the top drawer. I'll be downstairs.'. She leaves. It can't be happening. I stopped having nightmares a long time ago. It's not like I have had a clear sleep but at least it wasn't as bad as it was before. The dreams. They tell me something, but what? 'Clark? It's me, Elizabeth, I know you are on duty, but could you at least meet me? Today at 7:40 AM at the local cafe. I have something I have to tell you.' The second I hung up I see a text message from Ralph - 'Good morning, Beth. I wanted to see if you were ok, you collapsed yesterday. I know you were taken home, but can you text me, so I can see, if you are ok or not. Please?' I don't know what it is, but he is worried. Like legit worried. I have not seen this side of him before. 'Hey, it has not been a clear morning, but I am ok. I just slept weird. See you at school.' I change into something more colorful. I have a dark red dress, black shoes, red tie and a black jacket. I put my hair up on a ponytail. I don't go past my mom, but I leave her a note. I go through the back yard because I know that she won't be able to see me from the kitchen. I run to the bus stop. It is 7:38 AM. I don't see Clark anywhere. Maybe he isn't coming. I start to tear up. 'Elizabeth?' I turn around to see Clark. 'Hey, morning.'I wipe away tears.'I thought for a second that you wouldn't come.' I look at the clock. It is exactly 7:40 AM. 'Wow, you are a man that is on time, aren't you?' 'You know me. So, why am I called here? Shouldn't you be at the school by now?' 'No, school is the last thing on my mind, trust me. I had a nightmare today and it...' I got interrupted. 'Wait, a nightmare? I thought they had stopped a while ago.' 'Yeah, that's why I called you. I don't know what this means. I don't know if I.. If...' 'What? ... Beth, talk to me.' He looked into my eyes. Something stops me from telling him. But it is not the fact I saw him dead in my dream. At least I don't think so. 'What if my dreams mean something? What if they are some clues? Could that be possible?' 'Yeah. In a lot of cases people who suppress their memories because they don't want to remember or have gone through something like you can remember some parts. After a while - every memory they have suppressed.' I get a text from Ralph. 'Where are you? School starts in few minutes. Are you ok?' 'Of course, why wouldn't I be. Look, there is something I have to take care of. I might not be in school today. I'll explain later.' 'Can I help?' 'No, look, stay in school. I'll contact you in few hours.'... 'Ralph?' 'Yeah?' 'Thank you...' I turn off my phone completely. I look at Clark. He writes something down in his notepad. He catches me looking. 'You can look. It is a message for my boss. I am not leaving you alone. Not this time. Not after last...time.' 'Wait what? How did you know?' 'Did you really think I won't have a program installed on your phone after you went through all that? I won't take any chances.' 'But how..you know what, never mind. Let's go.' We are heading to his home. He thought it would be much safer there than the police station. He did tell his boss he was sick, so it might have been the reason. I walk in. It is nothing like I had expected. I take off my coat, hang it behind the door. I take off my shoes, but I ma not barefoot, I have socks on. He looks at me like he has not seen me before. 'What? Why are you looking at me like that?. He doesn't answer. 'So, what do you think?' 'It is nice, I guess. Nothing like I thought it would be. Wait, is that my case?' 'Yeah, truth me told I have been working on this after you were found after you and I met. I knew that I had to find this son of a bitch, even if it was the last thing I do.' 'Why?' We hear a knock on the door. 'Are you expecting someone?'