My Life Began With You..

It was just after 9pm on June the 29th, 2010, on a warm windy night, when the worst possible thing happened. My father died.

I was standing in the living room, when the news came to me and I was rushed to the police department.

I remember sitting at the back of a police car with my baggy sweat pants and massive t-shirt. My hair hung aimlessly on my shoulders.

My father was dead... And I saw it coming.

Since I was about 4years young, I have been get indescribable nightmares, seeing it, seeing the future, seeing the past. At first it meant nothing, but as I got older my knowledge was somewhat more developed then others. I would wake up at 4am and just to draw these dark pictures, but I didn't realize I was doing it, until sun rise.

And before my fathers death, I saw things in my nightmare, ways my father could die, it was a blur at first, but then it became more and more clearer. I tried and tried, to get the police to help my dad, I told them I have a feeling that something or someone is after my dad, I don't know what and I don't why nor did I know when. But I knew it... I knew whatever it is, it would get my dad one way or another. And I was right... I was right... The worst thing of it all is knowing something is going to happen and not having the idea of how to stop it.

I also remember when the police started asking me question, for some reason I wasn't crying, I don't think the fact that my father died hit me yet, all I could think of is... How did I know?

They kept asking so many questions, like how did I know my father was going to die? And why is that I don't seem even a tiny bit sad? I didn't have the answer to any of the questions. They thought I caused my own father's death. I had no other family left, let alone friends... Why would I kill the only thing worth living for. I have been home schooled all my life, never had a boyfriend or friends since I was little.

A few weeks later I went to court and I was called guilty. I was sent to young people's prison, few days in, I was shipped me off to a mental institute, I still have no idea why. They must think, any person with no life and kills the only hope in them, is crazy.

I stayed there for the whole of my summer. Nothing got better, nothing seemed to change, the only thing that did change is this little feeling I have in me, somewhere, that could never be filled, I wasn't entirely broken, but I was damaged.

When I got out of the mental institute, the child care service became involve in my life, and they took me to this family. The Bryan's, they are nice people who have only a little 4year young boy with them and a older one who is attending College, I just can't see how I could be able to live with them, they were bubbly and fun and I was well... Just me.

I didn't have any choice though, I had to live behind my past in San Diego and start a new in Seattle. But they don't know me like I do... My past will haunt me forever and I still have an empty heart and spirit.

After, settling down in Seattle I got "transferred" to a school named Franklin High School. Which I start tomorrow. The worst thing is, they are already 2weeks in, I would stick out like a sore thumb.

I know it is all too soon, but for some strange reason, my nightmares are becoming more and more clearer and more pleasurable since I arrived in Seattle and it seems like I belong here... This place feels special.

Now, I'm standing in front of the mirror in my new room. And I have to start school tomorrow morning, Senior Year. I have never been at high school let alone near it. My dad always taught me... Dad, just the thought of it makes me want to crawl inside a whole and die.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Oh and by the way... My name is Summer Lake.

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