The guess

Chapter 1

Olivia pov
I was in the tardis terrified on how I even got in their. I don't know how I got their. Then I saw brooklyn and AshleyI knew they some how had something to do with it. They were just standing their with floppy haired dude my old imaginary friend with another man I have never seen and for some reason they had big goofy smiles on their faces. All four of them. The doctor was the first one to break the silence. He introduced him and the other person with him.He had a room all set up for me but then I hit my hand on something and it left a red mark then I woke up.

I sat there wishing that it would have came true. Me and my friends are major dorks and imagine what if all of my dreams were real.I took out my dream journal to add it too the rest. I slowly started to read my old ones.

February 21 2014 Friday 6:00am
My dream was so life like. It was scary but not like horror film scary. I was at my moms old place in Ontario and left on her door step no older then a week old. For the next 9 months she pretended to be pregnant so no one would ask about me. I was a quiet baby so it wasn't hard to keep me hidden. Six months in she came back to NB and lived with her family. She told her doctors what she was doing and they ended up faking my birth. They had strawberry jam on me and just wrapped me up as fast as possible with a blanket. When I got home my mother found something in my basket she found me in that she never saw before. That was my golden feather pin and a pocket watch. She whispered to me right their well I was in my crib to never open it. She could tell something would happen if I ever did. Then I woke up. If it had of been real that would mean I'm technically 18 not 17.

February 21 2014 Saturday 8:59am

I was in a small jail cell that I could barley see but I couldn't see anything in the hall ways. Their was a small metal flat on the side and a toilet in the corner. Someone or something was going past my cell I couldn't see it at all not even the slightest detail. I can't remember their voice but it felt evil cold and sent chills down my back. They were saying they had to kill someone. ( not saying it word for word ) I could tell they were talking about me. I could tell I had a plan and knew exactly what I was gonna do to survive and knew what they were. In my subconscious I really didn't but the dream me did. It was all in my point of view then it ended.

February 22 2014 Sunday 8:00am
I was in the art room. It was a Tuesday almost time to go home. All of the sudden everyone started running. I ran up to Brooklyn because I had ran out to catch up to her. I asked her what had happened and she had said a creature had broke in the class windows asking for me to stand. I didn't so it started killing starting with ms smally. She asked me how I couldn't have seen It happen. I guess I was day dreaming. She said we had to run to my house and try to find my pocket watch. We were running down the stairs and I flipped over the railing and I was still holding on to the railing. I don't know what came over me but I let go. I landed on my feet too. But how ? I was terrified of heights and I was astound at what just happened. So was Brooklyn. She ran down the stairs and was asking me a whole bunch of questions. I then tripped over the air and hurt my ankle. It was painful but bearable. We ran out of the school. We ran to my house. She told me to start looking for my watch and she would tell my mom what happened. She came up. She looked at me with a look of pity. Then I woke up and my ankle was still in the same amount of pain as it was in my dream.

February 23 2014 Monday 6:00am

I dreamt of darkness. I know I was dreaming of darkness because I could hear voices. The voices were saying stuff like "you did this to me" and " you could have stopped it" or the worst one yet " it's all your fault" they all make me feel guilty no matter what. I don't even know what their talking about. Those words just keep playing over and over again. They make me feel guiltier each time. They knew I hate feeling like I can't control something or prevent something that I could prevent. That's exactly how those words made me feel. Some how those voices knew me and the way I feel.