Visions

Dreams (10)

Chapter Ten

The rain was pouring down, flooding large areas of the field in front of me. I was completely soaked, my hair was sticking to my face. Where am I and how did I get here, I wonder as I start looking around me. Behind me I see a swing set in the middle of the field, I walk towards to it find the little girl, her long black hair in front of her face.

I sit in the swing adjacent of her. She hasn't said anything so far and it's kinda freaking me out a bit, I look to my side to see her head down looking at the ground. I sigh thinking that if I don't start asking questions about who she is then, I will never be able to figure out what is happening to me.

'What's your name?". Silence. "How old are you?" Silence. Why isn't she answering me? I tap her shoulder. "Excuse me" still nothing. "Please answer, I need answers" I pleaded. Silence.

I tap her shoulder again making her move to the side. I then notice her chest is still. Becoming panicked I stood up and stood in front of her, I bend down a bit to become the same height and I look at her. I move her hair out of her face and what I see makes me jump back in horror.

Her body drops to the ground, landing on her back. I cup my mouth to stop the sobs from escaping.

Her face is bruised, one of her eyes have been taken out. Her bones are visible through her skin., some of her teeth are gone, her skin is starting to rot off. I look at her right hand and see the numbers 666 on it as well. Will this happen to me as well?

I wake up, and rub my temples. Thinking about what I just dreamt. I need answers and the only place I can think of right now is the church, they could help me right.

Well there is only one way to find out, I get up and get dressed. Racing down the stairs, I run out and get into my car and drive off. I arrive at the church and walk inside, my wrist starts to burn. I fall to my knees, holding my wrist.

I screech at the unbearable pain. Someone make it stop. In the corner of my eye I see what looks like a pastor running towards me, he stands in front of me and starts speaking a language I'm not familiar with. When he finishes, my wrist stops burning.

I slowly get up "Thank you". The pastor starts examining me, his eyes fall upon my wrist. I quickly try and hide but it's obvious he already saw it by the horrified face he has. "You need to leave!", he starts to push me out the door. "Wait please I need help"

"I'm sorry I can't help you it's too late" with that he slams the door into my face. What does he mean it's to late, it can't be. There has to be a way to help me. "Please, I need help. Please" I plead pounding the door.

No answer I sigh and start walking to the car. I will not give up, I will save myself before its too late, but I need more information and I know just where to find it. I drive home as fast as I can.

It's too late

It can't be and it won't be. I won't let it be.

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I run up the stairs, running into my room. I see it on my desk, I grab it and go to a random page.

Im in the hospital, I look around seeing that Im in the same room as a woman giving birth. Her husband is holding her hand and she is screeching in pain. The doctors are doing their thing, let me rather not give you the details. When the baby has arrived, she is handed to the mother. "Im gonna name her Katie" In the corner of the room, a dark shadow is lurking around. The dream ends.

I turn the page

I feel a tugging on my arm, I turn my head and see a little girl pulling me towards whats seems like a birthday party. "Come quick, you have to come sing happy birthday to me" I chuckle at her happiness. A whole crowd of people start singing happy birthday. Dream ends.

Uggh why aren't these longer. I turn to the next page

I hear yelling in the distance, I walk towards it. I see my parents yelling at the little girl. "STOP BEING SO PARANOID, THERE IS NO ONE OUT TO GET YOU".

"There is, he is every where I am he won't leave me alone. Strange things have been happening, but you don't want to believe me." her voice breaking nearing the end. My parents simultaneously roll their eyes. She brings her wrist up to their faces. "Then how do you explain this uh.. and before you said i wrote it on myself"

She runs to the sink and puts her wrist under it, trying to rub it off. "See it wont come off, because its not INK" my parents faces still doesn't look convinced. "Fine you still don't believe me, then tell me how I wake up every SINGLE NIGHT AT 3AM. THE FREAKIN DEVILS HOUR" "KATIE, ENOUGH. GO TO YOUR ROOM" my dad barks. Katie huffs and storms up into her room. Dream ends.

My parents have some explaining to do.