140- Sugar and spoons

Sometimes I hate being right. When the dream-vision thing starts, I expect it to be much like all the others. I watch Kiara cry herself to sleep, or lie there in a zombie-like state. Occasionally she wakes up and moves around, but not a lot changes. I thought the fact that things rarely changed was a bad thing, but now I’m starting to think I should have prayed for things to stay how they were for as long as possible. Kiara is curled up on herself clearly trying to block everything out, then I see her get yanked up by her right arm, yet again interacting with invisible people. She begins shaking her head, her hair flicking around her ears as much as it can given how matted it's gotten. I can see tears running down her face. Her mouth is moving and given the amount of energy she’s putting behind her movements, she’s yelling. Damn it I wish I could read lips. I can make out one word though. ‘NO’ She is yelling and arguing against something. Someone is pulling her by the arm and she is p