The Lost Boys x!Fem! Reader

Prologue

How do you start these things? Dear Diary? Nah, I'll just write down whatever feels right. My parents got divorced and now me and my brothers and my mother are moving to a whole 'nother state! I'm probably way too nervous about this, but I just have this funny feeling about the move. Maybe paranoid is a better word for it but I've been having strange dreams ever since my grandfather said we could live with him when my parents separated. I wouldn't classify them as nightmares, maybe I would if I could remember anything about them. The only thing I remember from them is these strange voices whispering my name over and over, then I wake up in a cold sweat with my heart hammering. That alone isn't entirely too strange but I've never heard them anywhere else, maybe that's just the weird logic of dreams but whenever I try to remember even the tiniest detail about my dreams it all clouds over like a dark veil is dropped over my face. So this is where this diary comes in. My mother told me it might help me to write down everything I remember about my dreams. She thinks this will help me remember the bigger 'plot points' (as I like to call them)of my dreams. Now before I get way off track with my thoughts we're moving to my grandpa's place in a little town called Santa Carla in California. I think this town has something to do with my dreams, I think it's because as we get closer to our destination I cannot help but get more uneasy, though that could just be anxiety from moving to a brand new place. Or it could do with the fact that as I'm writing this I happened to look up to see that not only we've arrived in Santa Carla but on the back of the bright and happy sign that welcomes people into town there's graffiti that says "Murder capital of the world". Despite all of this my mother has tried to reassure me that this will be like one of the adventures in my books, somehow I doubt I will have a crazy romance like Christine Daae. (I should be so lucky) Anyway, I need to finish this, Sam and Micheal are shouting at me to hurry up.

I guess this is past the point of no return for me, Signing off, Y/n Emerson