crystal part six

After my dad finished with the stitches, I started to walk up the stairs and to my room not even noticing if my parents had said something or not. Probably rushing to be able to observe the crystal. Shutting the door behind me, and sat on my pink bed. I probably didn't have to turn the lights on because the crystal just started to glow again. It shined the entire room from the pocket. Lightly pulling the rock out, and gently holding it in my palms. Hard to glance directly at it, I could hardly see the colors it shined. A light-lemon-green, white and light-pink. It was beautiful, and at that moment, I noticed that never in a million years will I want to let it go. It's as if the crystal was now part of me. If only I could take it with me everywhere I go, but how? Could I make it into a key chain? Wait, I don't drive nor have my own house key yet. Maybe a bracelet, or a necklace. That's it! I will tern it into a necklace.

Placed the crystal on my night desk next to the bed when it stopped shinning, and opened the first drawer. There was five different colors of plastic, transparent strings: blue, lime-green, purple, red, pink and white. Perfect, just what I needed. I took out the three matching strings, and decided i was going to braid them together, so the necklace could look better.
When I finished braiding all three strings, and tied it around the crystal, and wrapped it around my neck. I really wanted to see how or looked on me, so I took a hand mirror out of the same drawer, and glanced at the reflection. It looked great, but one thing bugged me on that almost perfect reflection; that painful cut over my eyebrow about as long as the tip of my thumb, and stitched pretty well though, but I still hated it.
My eyes moved away from my face and on to the beautiful crystal. What was this glowing wonder? Why and how did it glow?
Ten thirty now laying face up on my bed. I start thinking about what had happened to me on the beach. Why did he want the crystal? It probably had something to do with the fact that it glows. Why did I dream about him before I met him? Why won't I just let go of the crystal because I probably am risking my life; oh yeah, it's part of me now and I wont let anyone take it away from me, ever, but what am I getting myself into? Why in my dream was Jay the good guy? Am I still dreaming? I sure hope so, but if I'm not then how do I get myself out of this? Many different thoughts rushed through my mind until I just sunk my head in my pillow and fell into a deep sleep without even noticing.