Chapter 1
I ran knowing how this would end if I didn’t. I would die. I know who I was running from but didn’t know why they want to kill me. I also know how they would kill me if I stopped, even for a second, and how to get away if I could just keep running. I can’t believe this is happening again, it shouldn’t be, the sleeping pills shouldn’t let me dream.
There it is the alley with the wooden fence with a broken board just big enough for me to fit through, good thing I’m small for an 18 year old.
“Get her, before she gets to the alley,” I heard one of them shout.
Crap, I thought as I heard them closing in, there footsteps getting closer. Dashing into the alley I had to slow when I reached the end to squeeze through the hole left by the broken board. I quickly took off my heavy coat; I had to if I was going to fit, and tossed it behind the dumpster so I had a chance to find it later and slipped through the hole.
“Gotcha,” the big guy who I’m sure was there leader said as he grabbed me by the shoe, “can’t get away now.”
“Watch me,” I said as I jerked off my shoe and continued running. This was where the dream had ended but that didn’t mean the reality would stop there, too. The gang had several big guys in it so they could easily pull off more boards to get through. I would just have to hope they didn’t and keep running just in case they did.
The dreams first started when I was seven. I can still remember them. The time the little boy three years younger then I fell in the lake. They said I was a hero managing to keep him above the water until some one got to us. Really, it was the dream; I knew when I saw him in the park to follow him, if I didn’t something bad would happen to him. It was just like in the dream, the boy got to the end of the dock, it was wet, and he slipped. The waves from the boats sucked him out a bit then he went under. I ran to the end of the dock and jumped in, I could swim but not very good thanks to the lessons last summer mom insisted I take. It felt like I was kicking and holding the boys head above they water for a long time, he seemed to know that he shouldn’t struggle making it easier. Finally the rescuers got to us and got use to dry land.
That wasn’t the worst part though, that dream ended on a good point, Cullen lived, although still afraid of the water. There were others though, bad ones, when I was eight I had the dream where my father fell off the ladder. That wasn’t the bad part but he hit the spikes that were holding up the morning glories mom planted the week before. It happened right in front of me. Mom never planted them again. Then two months later was the kidnapping, my best friend Jesse and I. Jesse didn’t make it home.
They weren’t the first deaths I had seen but when I started trying to stay awake so I wouldn’t dream, so more people wouldn’t die, mom sent me to a doctor to get help. The doctor gave me sleeping pills I was lucky that he didn’t put me in a nut house when I told him about me dreams coming true. Thankfully, he just thought I was traumatized by the death of my father and best friend and that all I needed was sleep and time so I got the sleeping pills and was able to sleep deep enough to not dream, but that stopped last night.
I don’t know what went wrong, but I do know there is know way I can fake the trauma again to be put on something else. So I have to try and figure out why the dreams are coming true? What started them in the first place? Had how to stop them? Before more people get hurt.
