I have wanted to wright a novel length story for months now. Tell me if it’s any good or not so i know if i should or shouldn’t wright more....I NEEDS FEEDBACKz!!!!!
When my eyes flash open again I’m on the floor of my room. Panting hard and paralyzed with fear. I go over to the wall and flash on the lights.
Even though I’m not covered in my own blood, I feel the need to shower. I’m soaked in sweat and freezing cold.
For most people a nightmare is a bad dream. I’m not most people. I’ve never had a dream that hasn’t come true.
The worst part is that I don’t know when it will happen.
When I was twelve I had a dream about getting into a car crash. After waking up I told my mom for the first time about my dreams. I told her never to drive again, because I didn’t check to see who survived.
But she ignored me. Told me to go back to sleep.
The next year, three days after my thirteenth birthday we got in a horrible three car accident. Luckily we all survived.
But in my dream I don’t survive, it ends with me dying.
As I’m stepping out of the shower that’s all I can think about. But once I’m safely wrapped in my favorite robe and sitting on my warm bed my thoughts starts to shift.
What if I don’t die, what if I just fall asleep or pass out? Not that, that wouldn’t be much better though. It’s not like things were looking up for me.
And who were those people talking behind me, what did they do to my clothes? Every thought hurts my head. It sucks that I can’t tell anyone.
After what seems like hours of silent thinking I see the dull white light of the morning finally shining through my window. It’s so beautiful that I can’t help but turn off the lights in my room and just try to enjoy the morning air while I get dressed.
I know that it’s a little early to be getting dressed, but right now all I want is to get out of the house. Basic gray deep v and some not to short, shorts will do.
I put a note on my door telling my parents that I will be sleeping in and to leave me the hell alone. Well…let’s just say, I told them to back off.
Locking my door and sliding out my window is easy. I’ve been doing it for years. Sure I could just ask my parents if I could go out, I am sixteen…but right now it’s too early for that.
I walk about a quarter mile to Ethan’s house. He’s the only person who could ever understand me, he has visions too.
I knew about his visions the second I met him. I guess there’s some sort of energy where information about the future hangs out. The second we got near each other ours collided. We sometimes share visions, and I want to know if he saw the same thing I did.
If he knows I’m going to die.
My thoughts are confirmed when I get to his house and I see him standing out front waiting. When he sees me he starts to jog over.
“Did you…” he says “see the dream”
“Yes”
“Through your own eyes?”
“Yes”
“I didn’t” he says, I don’t get what he means right away
“Great, you saw me naked?” i sound angrier than I intended
“Wouldn’t be the first time” he says “but that’s not the point, I saw it through the eyes of some woman”
“Did you see him, the man?”
“Yeah”
I can’t believe this... "Are you sure you saw him?"
"Yes, i already told you"
"What did you see?"
"Well" he said "everything was really burry, so i guess she has bad vision or something. We, I mean him and the woman were fighting. They were fighting over whether or not to kill you."
"I don’t know if you saw me, but i was feeling pretty dead"
"Yeah, i....sorry...she did that, and the man was really angry about it. He wanted you alive"
"Why?!"
"I don’t know"
I start to freak out "why the hell did some freak want me alive?!"
"I don’t fuking know" he says "Mia, calm down....there not going to get you"
"You don’t know that, you don’t even know why they want me in the first place"
"Mia..." he moves to touch my shoulder but pulls back his hand. Ethan knows i don’t like to be touched. Neither of us likes the rush of energy that comes from learning everything about someone in a split second.
"No, it’s okay" i say grabbing his hand and guiding him over to a spot under a nearby tree where we can sit down and talk. Ethan is one of the few people who knows how to protect his thoughts so even i can’t see them.
"So what’s our plan" his face goes from being sweet to very serious.
"I don’t...plan?"
"All we have is that one of us know what one of your kidnappers look like"
"Kidnappers?"
"I’m not going to let them kill you"
"Ok...thanks" i smile, for the first time all morning "we could have you go to a police sketch office?"
"And say what?"
"Good point..."
He just looks at me with a blank face until suddenly he lights up "wait. I think i remember something"
"What"
"On the wall"
"What was on the wall?"
"A calendar.... i see the date..."
"When?"
"August 3" he says
"Are you telling me I’m going to die on my birthday?"
"No, you’re going to be kidnapped on your birthday"
I look at him, speechless. He’s smart enough not to say anything when i start to cry.
After a solid ten minutes of crying into Ethan’s shoulder I get a text that breaks me away. It’s from boyfriend. He’s at my house.
“I gotta go” I touch his arm once and he understands
"bye"
(i know the end of the chapter is a little boring!.....al post the next chapter tommorow P.S if annyone has idea tell me!)
