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What NOT To Wear In The Snow

Things NOT To Wear In The Snow

It had been about a month since I started going back to school. Things weren’t as bad as I had originally thought they would be. I mean sure there’s the annoying popular girls and the jocks who try to ask me out. But other than that, things are going pretty good.

Edmund’s still the only one I’ve really had a conversation with. Well, besides his little sister Lucy that is. Lucy’s this cheerful fourteen-year-old freshmen, whose the type I usually wouldn’t be friends with. But for some reason, I liked this girl. She was fun to be around, and she always knows how to cheer you up.

But of course, I can’t forget about the dreams. Every night since I began getting the sensations, I’ve been receiving dreams as well. Every night I’ll wake up in a cold sweat, screaming and clawing at my chest. Trying desperately, to rid myself of the pain.

It was always the same thing too, it’ll start out as just the sound of clanging metal in a blur of colors. But soon, the vision will sharpen and I can clearly see my surroundings. But I can never remember them when I wake up. Then, all too soon, I’ll feel a jolting pain in my chest as a cold blade will emerge from my heart, stained bright crimson. And then I’ll wake up. With only a name to guide me to the dreams meaning.

Amelia Gemmel.

I had been curious as to whom this person was. And why she shared my last name. But after the incident at the dinner table over the sensations, I was afraid to ask anymore questions. So I had taken it into my own hands, reading books and visiting the school library often. But I never found a single thing.

I had grown frustrated, I knew she had to have been real. I knew the feeling of the dream all too well; a memory of someone’s final moments. I had felt the dagger pierce my heart, and my vision go blurry as I slowly faded into nothingness.

It troubled me. And I knew I had to find out more about her. I had to ask my mum and aunt. So as we sat down to lunch on a Saturday afternoon, I decided the time was right. Mum had been growing weary lately, she always slept or spent her time locked away in her room. But Aunt Margret hadn’t changed since we first arrived. But even though, I still felt like this was something I should ask my mum as well. I felt like this was important.

“Mum, Aunt Margret.” I began.

As their attention turned to me, I faltered. But I knew I had to ask, so I continued “Who was Amelia Gemmel?” I asked, deciding it would be best to just cut to the chase.

“Who?” Mum and Aunt Margret both asked.

“Amelia Gemmel. I’ve been having dreams lately…of her last moments.” I explained.

Mum was used to this, I’ve had prophetical dreams since I was a child. Aunt Margret was aware of my talents, but I could tell she wasn’t quite used to it by the look she gave me. “Darling,” Mum began “I’m afraid I don’t know who your talking about.”

Then my aunt smirked “This isn’t something like those ‘sensations’ again, is it?” she asked laughing, Mum chuckling along with her.

This again? Apparently, my families not about to let that one go. I stood up again, like the last time, and stormed out of the house. Just wanting to get away. Far away.

I had no idea.

I was wearing a pair of tan trousers and a white blouse, not exactly lady-like, but I never really cared about that. I had on a pair of knee high, tight fitted, boots as well. They were actually a lot more comfortable than the shoes I had to wear with either a dress or skirt.