My Mate. My Omega.

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*Narrators P.O.V.*

I can sense it. Something's happening within me. I can't quite put my finger on it just yet though. I can't tell what's going to happen. Whether it is going to be for better or for worse. I don't yet know who it will effect. I must wait for my next dream.  

I haven't told anyone. That's my mistake. I can't come to say why exactly I haven't but I don't think it's right to do so.  

I can't explain... anything. So why say anything? 

It's all a mess here. Maybe that's why I don't tell anyone about the dreams, I don't want to cause anymore trouble. Or maybe it is because I'm a coward. I'd like to say I have a good reason for not telling anyone. But that'd be a lie. I just don't have the guts.

~Jillian~ 

Jillian set her journal back on her nightstand and laid back into her bed. Late at night she'd still be awake. Like now. She's never been an easy sleeper. She's like a baby fighting sleep for as long as she can. Even when she would like to sleep, her body fights it without her consent. All she could do was wait. So she started a journal. About all her troubles. The only thing that would ever know of them. Or so she thought.

*Jillian's P.O.V.*

Why do all the bad things happen to me. I didn't do anything wrong. I obey the rules. I listen. Follow directions. But no matter what I do I still have those damn dreams. They disrupt my life.  I can't believe I used to think they were just vivid dreams. But then, whatever I dreamed happened. I thought for a while that I was controlling it. When I was little I even thought I was a witch or something. But no, these aren't in my control. They're going to happen. I'm just like a screen. I play in my mind what's going to happen. So when the horrific dreams started I shut down.  I think to myself.  

Rolling over in my soft bed I looked at my wall. Drawing random patterns on it with my fingers for a while.  

"BOOM!"  

"What the..." I trailed off, scooting off my bed and standing at my window 

Three big men were standing on my apartment complexes' doorstep, the broken door beside them.  

My eyes widened. 

"This was last nights dream..." I whisper myself.  

The footsteps pounded up the first flight of stairs.  

All our neighbors had gone, leaving little to no evidence of where they went.  The notes that they supposedly taped to their door made no sense what so ever. 

My parents left me and my baby sister four months ago. Reegan, my sister, is only 2 years old. 

Something tells me these men aren't after her. 

I have the feeling that I need to run. But I can't leave her. They still have three more flights of stairs to conquer before they reach us on the fourth floor... I grab my backpack and shove in some essentials quickly. Then I run to Reegan's room. Planning on doing the same.

*Narrators P.O.V.*

Reegan was vast asleep in her small bed, cuddling a tiny stuffed bear in her small arms. Jillian came barging in, rummaging through all the baby items. She grabbed the baby bag and threw it into an even larger one, filled with her own essentials. Then she swiftly lifted Reegan out of her crib, blanket still clung to her, she held her tight.

The men were getting closer, so much closer, Jillian knew this. She took the chance of getting caught anyway.

Jillian was a very courageous young girl. They saw that in her. She was young though.  Eighteen, much to young to be allowed in yet. They saw miraculous qualities about her.  They didn't need her though, destiny didn't call for that. They wanted, no they potentially NEEDED Reegan. She would soon be the sole heir.

Jillian ran out of their apartment and up the stairs to the roof top. She ran across the rooftop, Reegan still wrapped securely in her arms. It was summer so they wouldn't be cold tonight. Jillian heard yelling from across the rooftop. She didn't dare look back. If it was just her she would've jumped, right there, fifty feet from the ground. just hoping to land on one of her old neighbors balcony canopies. But with the toddler depending on her... She couldn't take that chance. 

So she must improvise. 

She stepped back and ran forward, leaping across the five foot gap between the apartment complexes. This one, thankfully, had a fire escape. Jillian was down to the first floor when she heard shouting. She whipped around, over and over, not seeing anything. It got quiet then... to quiet for her liking. But continued down until she reached the damp pavement.

*Jillian's P.O.V.* 

I cautiously stepped out into the empty parkway. I pivoted around on my feet, looking for our only way of escape. But, with my luck, my white truck... was gone. 

I decided to run. It could work. Couldn't it? It was my only chance.

I hate running... I thought. No other choice though.  I took off toward the highway my feet pounded against the wet asphalt, my pajama pants getting soaked from the splashing water. About two complexes down though, a miracle seemsd to happem, I saw Mr. and Mrs. Smythe's Volkswagen Bug.  

I couldn't... Yes, yes I could. They left. They were the first to leave. Been gone for weeks. Surely they wouldn't miss it... They'd never know. I knew they weren't coming back. I opened up the drivers door, reaching across and setting a now wide awake Reegan in the passenger seat. I sat down, throwing the bag in the back, then slammed the door shut.  

"Sissy?" Reegan's small voice asked, "What's going on?" 

"Nothing, we'll be fine. I pinky swear." I held out my pinky to her.  

She in turn wrapped her own around mine.  

I. Just. Lied. Through. My. Teeth.  

I can only hope we will be okay.