He came close with it. He was always there, same position, same knife, different face. As he brought the knife down.
I woke up from that dream that was so familiar, yet I never saw the end or who he was killing, all I knew was that I knew the victim, meaning it was one of my friends. That was when I got the call from the police.
-Miss Hails. We are sorry to inform you about the death of Jessica Juve. She was found stabbed to death under the bridge in West Ledge. We would be grateful if you could come to the crime scene to confirm our identification.
Jessica. That was the last person I expected to be the victim, but it was and it was my fault, my dreams and my not telling anyone about them.
I got dressed as fast as I could and drove over the speed limit which wasn't a good idea with me only having had my licence for a couple of weeks. As I pulled up at the scene of Jessica's murder I was surrounded by journalists wanting to know the truth but luckily I was saved by one of members of the force that was there.
And there it was. Jessica's body, lying there, lifeless, in the middle of the street. I can't believe it actually came true. That dream that I'd had for weeks, the truth was here and it was up to me to stop it. I also noticed that coming out of the corner of the bridge there was a flower. The same flower from my dreams.
There, next to the victim, was a flower, the same blood red flower that I'd seen so many a time and never knew why it was always there. The same flower that the murderer picked up right before killing and leaving it next to or near the body of his victim, my friend. Or my family.
-Miss Hails. Thank you for coming here at such an awful time as it must be.
-Yes, I needed to know whether it really is Jessica.
-Come with me and I shall take you to the morgue for you to identify the body.
I followed him to the car and he got in with me. On the way to the morgue I was already wondering what the murderer wanted with me.
As I pulled up at the morgue, I saw people walking out with a face of tears but I knew that those deaths weren't my fault. Jessica's was and that was my priority. I walked in to where her body was I saw someone familiar, to familiar. Then I remembered where I'd seen it before.
That night the storm was awful but he was still out to find a victim and that had just happened. She was walking away as he pulled out the knife and started running after her. As he caught her he lifted the knife, looked at me in the eyes and...
Well, here he was, standing in front of me and over the body of my best friend and sister. He didn't seem to remember anything so I kept it to myself. As he pulled the sheet back revealing her face, I noticed a slight smile to his face and it looked slightly, glad?.
When I left the morgue, I headed back to the bridge to collect the flower. I hoped that no one would be there. When I got there I noticed the flower was still there and to my advantage nobody was around so I took it. I decided I would go to visit my friend Pascal and borrow his microscope.
As I pulled up in Pascal's drive I heard a scream coming from the back of the house so I got out and went to look. When I got there I saw that it was his sister who had just seen a spider. After getting rid of it, I went inside and found Pascal reading.
-Since when do you read out of personal choice?
-Ashley. What are you doing here?
-I came to ask whether I could borrow your telescope.
-Sure go ahead. I was just about to go and see Jessica.
-You won't find her unless you go to the morgue.
And with that I walked out almost in tears, but I knew that wouldn't help me find her murderer so I stoped.
When I got home I went straight to the study and set up the microscope. Just as I was putting the flower under the microscope there was a knock at the door. I considered ignoring it but it could of been something important. I opened the door and saw Pascal there.
-What are you doing here?
-What did you mean when you said the only place I'd find Jessica is the morgue?
-She was stabbed to death last night- I said bursting out into tears
He came close, wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head while saying soothing things to me.
I explained everything to him once I stopped crying.
That night I had the same dream and woke up to someone ringing the door bell. I got dressed and opened the door. The first thing I saw was Pascal's body on my drive with the flower on top of him.
I shouldn't of told him about it all. Again, it was my fault. Then I thought of something:
I'm murdering my friends with my dreams.
