Foreseen

Chapter 1

        Sam
     I am dreaming. I think. I'm not quite sure. There's only two things I'm certain of.
        One, I cannot breathe. I feel as if someone is slowly strangling the air out of my lungs.
       And two, I am not dreaming. I know this because I've been in similar situations like this one. How you ask?
     I have this gift as most people call it. Some call it an abnormality, saying it as if it was just as simple as a birth defect or like it was a mental retardation.
     Which I find ironic because this gift makes me, dare i say it, just a little more intelligent than those that surround me. Or at least my instincts were better, more sharp. I, Sam Guthrie, am what nobody believes to truly exist in this world. I hate calling myself a psychic, cause my ability is much stronger than that of a person who sits behind a lame crystal ball or who reads from a trash deck of Tarot cards.
      My visions were a hell of a lot scarier and more real than any run of the mill psychic.
    Visions like this one were proof of that.

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   It's dark. I can't see my hand in front of my face if I were to hold it out. I don't know what's going on. Glass breaks.
    The sound of it nearly deafens me. I do not know where I am, but wherever I am, I am not alone.
    Something rises inside me. Fear. I know whoever has just joined me does not have good intentions. I am going to die.
      "Say goodnight, Brendan." Says a vicious but chillingly familiar voice.
      Wait, he called me Brendan. That's not right. He's got me confused with someone else.  
     Unless... shit, not again! It is with bittersweet relief that I realize I am not Sam Guthrie anymore.
     My visions take this fucked up turn sometimes where not only am I foreseeing what is going to happen, but I am living it as well. More specifically, I inhabit the victim's body. I see what they see. I hear what they hear. And worst of all, I feel what they feel.
    I remember the first time I had a vision like that. It was three years ago. I had been terrified. I didn't have a clue what was going on. Then I realized my "gift" had grown.
    And as if the whole thing hadn't been weird enough, the body I was inhabiting had belonged to a girl. A very small, feeble girl.
    I remember him. He had grabbed me or her or whatever. I remember thinking "what the hell is the matter with me? Why am I not fighting back?!" I was still under the assumption that I was myself. I had assumed that I was seeing my own fate.
     But then the curly sue'd bastard pushed me aside and I hit the car he had pulled to the side of the road, hard. And that's when I saw her.
     It was not my own reflection staring back at me through that car window. Instead I was a looking at a young girl, maybe 14, 15. Not much younger than my 17 year old self. She had dark brown hair, freckles, and these bright piercing blue eyes. Blue eyes filled with fear.
     Then he grabs me from behind before I can look at the girl any longer. He slams me on the ground. I let out a scream, a desperate cry for help.
    Then, I woke up.