A/N: Okay, it's been awhile since I've updated this story, longer than my other 2. I have not been neglecting this story, I've just been hella busy. Plus, my laptop is currently broken, for a bit both PCs in my house were being fixed. Also for a bit we didn't have any wifi. I really wanted to have this posted by Halloween, or a little bit before. And, I'm not sure how many of you saw my status update. I'm changing the story line to this. I'm adding a bit of supernatural element (i.e: witchcraft, magic, that kind of stuff). I've gone through and edited the other chapters a bit, with very slight insights to that, this chapter being the most in depth yet. I love you guys, and THANKS FOR OVER 1K. You all have no idea how much that means to me; or even how much you guys mean to me. Okay, soz for the really long note... Let's get on with the chapter.
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"You can do great things, Lacy."
I whipped around, not sure who or what I'd see. I saw the face of an old woman, but the aura around her suggested something wicked, yet safe.
"What's the matter, dear? Don't you recognize me?" The lady touched my face, and I felt like I was transported through time.
"You can't hurt her!" A woman with dark brown hair shouted.
She looked exactly like me, with my natural hair color, oversized blue eyes, pale complexion, the only difference was she had plenty of freckles around the center of her face.
"Really? Watch me." A man laughed, back facing the woman.
"No! Not my baby!" The woman clutched the child to her, and I felt a strange pressure on my chest.
The lady murmured words I could not hear, nor could the man.
"She should've never been born! Half-mortal children are not to exist; I'm sorry Alanna, but you broke the law, and you must pay."
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I shot up, sleep vanished from my eyes as my breathing was ragged and I was in a frantic cold sweat.
What the fuck?
That felt too real to be a dream, and the hell was that old woman doing? Of course I didn't recognize her, it was a dream- a very vivid one, but still.
I quickly ran over to my desk, grabbed the nearest pen, and flipped to a blank page in my special journal. Without even looking, I wrote everything down; the tiniest little details. I don't know how I did this, and neither does my dad or my therapist. It's actually quite scary how long I've been able to. My therapist had me start recording my dreams when I was 6, because that's when they started to haunt me. All I know is that as I got older the dreams became more frequent, and not one is the same... Until now.
Once I felt myself stop writing, I looked down to realize I had written 4 full pages, front and back. I scribbled the date at the top of the first page, including the time. I looked through my last entries and this is the 5th one in a row. All of them start off exactly the same, then slowly things were added each night. I've never experienced this before. Instinctively, I picked up my phone and called the first number.
"Lacy? Why are you calling at this hour? Isn't it about 3 in the morning there?"
"Why would I call you at 3 in the morning, Dad? Think about it for a second." I rushed, trying to control my breathing.
"Lacy, what is going on? Are you hurt? Are you... Oh."
"Dad, I'm just freaked out. My dreams have been nearly the same every night this week."
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Best Friends // lrh
FanfictionLacy was 14 when it started, taking her across the globe. The older she got, the more powerful the pull. When her new life rolls along, something says constant. Him. It's always him.
