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Chapter One
I woke up with trembling hands and a scream trapped in the back of my throat. I raised my hand to my sweat covered forehead, slipping it underneath my fringe to wipe away the sweat. It has been exactly 16 days since I had the first dream, since I saw the unnatural death (murder) in my sleep. It all seemed too surreal for something that my subconscious would have simply just dreamt up. For the first week, I woke up in the middle of the night screaming. But after that first week passed I’ve just been waking up shivering uncontrollably. But I think that is just because I moved in with my older sister Spencer, too scared to live alone anymore. I don’t even know why I’m still so stressed out. It is like my subconscious mind knows something that my conscious mind doesn’t, or maybe it did and it just didn’t want to believe.
I thought it had stopped when I was little… the dreams (or nightmares) of the past or future, the occasional thought, or emotion, that comes as a small snippet and explodes inside my mind if it is strong. Due to my “heightened senses” I am extremely guarded so anyone who gets to close to me usually ends up passed out on the floor. I don’t mean to hit that hard but it is as if it is a self defence mechanism and I am scared of what I’m capable of. It is as if there is something buried deep inside me, brewing, and waiting to boil over the top. Ever since I first had that dream my “senses” are back and they are stronger than ever before.
I was on this train of thought when my subconscious began pulling me down, back down into the realm of my nightmares.....
I turn out of the room and stumble down the corridor and out of the warehouse. I can hear his thudding feet coming closer and I know my stiletto heeled shoes are slowing me down. They slipped off my sweaty feet easily and I threw them blindly over the back of my head, hoping they would delay my pursuer. I left my car behind so I was stuck with running in the dark. I glanced over my shoulder to see him picking himself up off the ground, grunting, as he threw one of my shoes aside, his face the emotion of pure rage.
At least i get a few a seconds advantage I thought
I felt something sharp jab into the base of my foot and then my ankle twisted and cracked simultaneously. I yelped out in pain as I collapsed onto the ground, grazing my knees in the process. I noticed an alleyway and crawled behind a trash can stifling screams and trying desperately to stop the stream of tears running down my face. I had to wait it out. I was nearly home. I just had a few more blocks…
Panting, and trying not to cry out in pain, I made it to my house just as the sun came out from behind the horizon. I crawled up the three steps to my front door and despairingly looked down at my shredded what used to be a baby blue cocktail party dress, my matted, filthy, long, light brown hair, bloodied knees and red, bent, swollen and broken foot.
Hoping the handle could bare my weight; I reached up and grasped it, pulling as hard as I could so that I might have been able to stand up. I was nearly balanced on my one good leg when something inside the handle shattered and as the handle fell limply into my hands I went tumbling down the stairs, with my head tilted back and smashed into the pavement.
My whole world was spinning. My entire body screaming in pain as I felt like I was slipping away, a darkness creeping over me like a storm cloud. I relaxed, waiting for the sky to turn black.
The light blinded me and filled my eyesight with dark smudges. They cleared away to reveal my quivering legs. I tried to focus on calming myself but doubtful thought kept popping up in my head.
Was this a premonition? or just my sick imagination creeping me out? If it is a premonition when will it come true? Will it be me who expieriences it? or someone else?
I was so immersed in these thoughts that I didn’t even realise my entire body was quaking now. I just kept confusing my nightmares with reality lately. Maybe Spencer was right when she said I needed to see a psychiatrist. Wait! What! I did not just convince myself to agree with Spence. That just proves how stuffed up my mind really is…. Oh boy.
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