IT'S CONFUSING!

chapter 20

Have you ever had a moment in your life where it felt like you have already seen it happen before?
Have you ever felt like you already know what's going to happen before it even happens?

Its called as a dejavu  and that was something that i had inherited from my grandpa.

It may seem like it is all made up but no. It is not.  I mean who would belive  you if you said that you perdicted a death ? A death that was going to happen at your friend's home?

Well that was what my sister did and trust me when i say that  this dejavu  thing is some real shit.  She was 13 years old and she predicted her friend's brother's death . The day she woke up with the most disturbing dream she had ever dreamt off , she was soaked in her own sweat. Her breath coming out short and frantic.

She was scared.

So scared.

She was scared that what she dreamt would come true... she was scared that her friend was going to lose someone she loved .. but most of all she was scared that there was nothing she could do to stop the inevitabe from happening.

Like any other 13 year old , my sister cried her eyes out to her mum and told her everything she dreamt of. And like every typical mother out there , her's consoled her and said it was JUST another dream and scolded her to stop watching horror movies .

Too clichè ? I know.

But everything changed that evening
When my sister retuned home from a long day at her school. she found people gathered around her friend's house. A grim expression on their face with unshed tears in their eyes. That was when she realized that what she had dreamt has come true.

When she told me all this i laughed at her and called her a liar .

Until..

Until it happend to me.

Well it started out small. I used to walk into a room and suddenly feel like i have already been there  before. 

But as the days went on , this so called dejavu became so much prominent that i could  even  remember the smell of the food  that i dreamt of.

One strong yet strange incident that shook me was during  the summer vacation of my 8th grade and i dreamt of walking  up a stair case which lead to a small space where the walls were newly  painted and they further  lead into  different class rooms.  The thing that i vividly remember from my dream was that in the newly painted walls   there were  the numbers "98" written in black  on them.  After a few months my school reopened and my new class room was loacated up in the fourth floor it was newly renovated and the walls were painted in white but the thing that freaked the living shit out of me was that , the numbers 98 written in black on the white wall.

I was  left dumbstruck and i did not  know what to do. I met with my grandpa and came to know that i happened to have inherited this so called fore seeing ability from him.  Its a family trait and happens to be handed down from one generation to the next.

This was the  reason why i couldnt take it easywhen i dreamt of Aiden leaving me.I wanted to see him . I had to make sure that he was okay and so i walked out of my room and slowly tip toed my way into his .

I opened the door and peeped my head and saw him laying flat on his back. His head was turned to my side with a wild wild mess of  a hair.He looked so peaceful when he was asleep.

For some  unfanthamable reason i had a smile on my lips .

Seeing him made me happy.

He made me happy.