I wake with a start as the car pulls to a stop. We're currently at a red light. As the light turns green, I stretch out as much as I can in the car's space and stifle a yawn.
"Morning, sunshine," Harry chuckles, adjusting the heat in the car. I lean my head against the seat, turning to look at him.
His beauty never fails to amaze me, his beautiful pale skin, chocolate curls, green eyes. I shake away the thoughts and turn away from him.
"Are we almost there?" I ask Harry, looking around us. We seem to be on the older side of town, the side nobody uses anymore. Only one or two other cars drive along the main road. Something is hauntingly familiar about the area.
"Almost. We'll be there in about five minutes or less," he tells me and I sigh in relief.
We pull onto an empty street, no lights on apart from the light of the street lamp, their flickering glow casting an eery mood.
For some reason, I have déja vu. I feel like I've been here before, but I've never been in Maine. There's no way I could be remembering being here when I never have been.
An unwanted feeling settles deep within me. A feeling of dread. As we move farther down the street, I gasp.
"Harry, where are we going?" My voice comes out in shaky gasps. He looks over at me.
"I told you where we were going. Maddy, are you okay?" He glances over at me as I gasp for air, tears welling up in my eyes.
"Harry, Harry turn around. We have to go home," I begin to sob. No. This can't be happening. "No, no," I say aloud, shaking my head.
"Madelynn, what are you talking about? What's wrong with you?" He slows the car down, just allowing me to absorb the appearance of the area even more. I shut my eyes, placing my hands over them. I continue to shake my head, repeating the word 'no'.
"Harry, my dream, it was here," I sob, chills racing up and down my spine. How could this happen? How could I dream of a place that I'd never been, that actually existed?
"What? Are you sure?" Harry asks me, worried. I feel his hand on my thigh, soothingly rubbing up and down.
"Baby girl, no one can ever hurt you as long as I'm around. I won't let them," he whispers, and I pull my hands away from my eyes, opening them.
I sigh in relief at the sound of his voice. But it can't help the addition to the haunting feeling as we drive past the same alley that was in my dream. The alley where I was killed. I don't say anything to Harry about it, I don't want to worry him. But I still cry. The tears silently stream down my face, the worry and dread not going away, despite what Harry says.
At the end of the long street, the lights get a little brighter, and I see cars stopped along the sides of the road. Harry parks beside a fire hydrant, one of the only empty slots to park. We get out, and Harry holds me to his side, trying to ease my fear and discomfort.
We're in front of a huge building. It seems to be a sort of warehouse. The windows are covered in cardboard and plywood from the inside, and graffiti covers the outside. I furrow my brows, disappointed that Harry would hang around at a place like this.
"You hang out here?" I ask, looking up at him. He smiles.
"It's better once you get in. Nice people hang around here, despite the way it looks."
I nod, hoping he's right. He leads me to the side of the building, where a door is propped open half way. Bright light streams out and creates shadows on the gravel parking lot. We walk in, and music blares around us, people swarming.
