My college was having a big party, and everyone was allowed to bring their friends and family members along. Before the party started, I received a phone call from Jack. He said, "I love you. We have to meet up. I love you."
I said, "Um, okay. I love you too," and hung up the phone.
My sister informed me that my father called earlier, saying he was sorry for the way he treated me the last time we communicated, and that he wanted to come and see me. My mom thought it would be a good idea, and I invited him to the college party.
I was rollerblading through the party-goers, surprisingly realistically. I bumped into people, knocked myself and other things and people onto the floor, and occasionally did an amazing turn that shocked everyone around me. At one point I was talking to my friend Lori, and Jack's ex-girlfriend Erin. Erin was pregnant and a lot of people at the party were making fun of her. Jack came up and grabbed her, and danced with her, saying he didn't care. He said he loved her. This shocked everyone, because Jack never says he loves anyone.
As Jack and Erin danced away, I took Lori aside and told her about the phone call in which Jack told me he loved me and really wanted to see me. We didn't know what to make of his sudden transformation, and I eventually skated away. Some of my friends were passing out 'dreamvirus magazine' flyers. I looked towards the door just in time to see my dad enter. He looked tired. I skated over to him and said, "Hey, do you want to see Jack? Let's go find him."
I skated through the crowd, my dad following me, but we never found Jack. I said, "Let's go back to the door. Everyone is dancing in the main areas, and it's more quiet over there." So we went back and sat on a wooden bench. We didn't say anything to each other. Then, all of a sudden, my dad reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun, which he pointed at my mother, who was standing at the opposite end of the hall. She didn't notice this and I simply sat there, stunned, notknowing what to say. Just as I was about to try and knock the gun out of his hand, he put it back into his pocket.
I stood up and looked down at him, angrily. "You never change. I hate you."
I skated away, but a few minutes later the music was turned off and a large crowd was gathering where my dad and I had been sitting. I panicked, thinking my dad had shot my mother after all. I was crying when I got through the crowd, but it turned out to be just a fight between two students. My dad was nowhere to be seen. I was so stressed out that I sat down and sobbed. A teacher sat next to me and asked what my problem was. I told her about my father and the gun. She said, "You think your family is fucked up? I'm sleeping with my sister."
I replied, "Well, at least she never pointed a gun at you."
At that point I saw my mother coming through the crowd. I shouted, "Ma!" and jumped up and hugged her, sobbing. I woke up crying.