Through our Eyes (On Hold)

Chapter 1, Grace POV

It's happening again, and this time it's worse. When I was younger I had these nightmares about me being hit by my father, or that I was being bullied. It felt so real that when I woke up I can still feel the sting of the belt on my back, but they weren't real. My dad wasn't the same person that I was screaming "I'm sorry Daddy!" to in my dream. Now it's back, but now it's happening when I'm awake and I can't tell the difference between what's real and what's not.

Yesterday I was staying after class to ask Mr. Thomas about my paper then the room looked gray and gloomy. Mr. Thomas looked sad or disappointed with me.

"Emelia, you can't be doing this! I can't give you anymore chances. I really want to see you achieve, but doing actions like these" he motioned to the desk that was on the ground with papers tossed all over. Did I flipped that table? Emelia? "Will only prevent you from graduating" he let out a breath almost like if he was wondering how is going to deal with me.

"Did I do something wrong I asked?" Just when I asked the question the room brighten, and Mr. Thomas was handing my paper.

"No, I thought your paper was great. Well you did forget the proper heading, but besides that everything is great. Congratulations!" He handed my paper to me. There was a bright red A on top of my paper.

I don't know what happened, or why it's happening to me. All these visions that I keep getting are they memories that I can't remember? It can't be. I would've remembered. Why in my visions I'm being called Emelia? A creepier thought came to my head- who's Emelia? My head aches with all these questions bouncing in my head. Questions that I'll probably never get an answer to. My mind drifts away to nothingness, and before I know it I'm asleep.