“So… what was it again, the one you promised to explain in Mr. McMaster’s class” Neal ask while eating his burger.
“Oh, that” I say. Then I sip my soda. Look at his face and tell him what I did.
“I was searching for stuff about premonitions” I explain.
Before I finish, Neal cuts me, “So… you were searching for psychic stuff?”
My face frown and reply, “I wasn’t even finish talking”
Then he quite down and then say, “sorry, please continue”
Then I continue, “As I was saying, because of the dream I have earlier, and my childhood memory, I start to find some answers on the internet”
Neal say, “what childhood memory” while looking at me with a curious face.
Because of what Neal say, I remembered it again. Broken picture glass, the loud honking horn, and that boy… Suddenly, I feel a mass headache and a cold sweat. Neal look worried and ask, “Hey, you okay, you don’t look so good”
Then I shrug it off. ‘That’ incident, it happened the past twelve years but I remembered like it was just yesterday. After that, I calm my head, sip my soda again, and then answer “Yeah, I’m okay”
“So, do you mind telling the story?” Neal asks.
“Okay, I’ll tell you” I answer. I take a deep breath, and then start…
January 29, 2000
It was in the evening. I was in my bedroom watching SpongeBob squarepants. My mom and dad weren’t home and only my sister was there. Even she is talking through her phone in her room so I was technically alone.
I was waiting in my room for the pizza delivery. Because my sister can’t cook, and neither was I, so we think it’s best to call for pizza. It’s still 5 PM, maybe less, I don’t know. But I felt it was dark already.
Then I heard a door opening followed by a slam. I didn’t think that was a robber because I was still seven. I thought the pizza already arrived. “Yes, finally” I scream with my high, childish voice. Cut me some slack, I haven’t even known the word “puberty”
I open the door; my room was in the second floor. As soon as I open it wide, I heard a glass shatter to pieces, the hall lamp is off. The whole corridor is dark. I was scared, really scared. I go back to my room and hide under my blanket. Then I think: NO, don’t be scared anymore. I take my teddy bear and yell “FOR PIZAAA!!!” Then I dash through corridor and go down the stairs while screaming in a high pitched voice. Wow, that’s pathetic.
I arrived at the door. I was panting, hard. 15 meters felt like 15 KM. My heart was beating so fast. Then, I’m confused, I swear I heard the door opened but nobody was here. I look to my right, on the floor. My mom’s painting fall to the ground and the glass frame shatters.
I’m feeling scared yet curious. I try to lift my arm, but I’m too scared to. But finally, curiosity beats fear. I reach my hand to the front door knob. When I touch and hold it, suddenly, I feel dizzy, like really dizzy, I almost can’t stand on my foot. My limbs go numb yet I was still standing straight. I feel like I’m going to vomit, even when I haven’t eaten food the past 5 hours.
I steady myself and twist the doorknob. I peek through the small, opened door. I see a boy. I think he’s about 19- 20 years old. He was waking against my house. I open the door wider and I focus my attention on that boy. Then, out of nowhere, he looks back and stares at me. Suddenly, from his left I see I bright light getting brighter. I don’t have a time to react; the car sped up and rams him. I cover my eyes. I heard a loud crack, like a broken bone.
I scream and run to my sister while crying. I was really scared. I’m just a kid. My sister asks me what happened.
“… Painting… falls… car… hit… boy” I explain while crying.
She took me to the front door. The painting is in one piece and still hanging. She opened the door. No boy, no car, just a peaceful, empty road. I was confused and scared. A few seconds later, the pizza arrived. We both chow down. She forgets it like it was nothing. But, I never forget it until now.
“Wow, great story” Neal compliment.
“It wasn’t a story, it’s a memory. A memory that leaves a scar.” I reply
“I still don’t get it. What is the connection between earlier and 12 years ago?” He asks.
“Well, you could simply say, I have a premonition 12 years ago.” I answer.
Then, a chill swept through the both of us. We are both silent for a while. Then Neal finishes his burger and say, “Whew. I’m beat. Let’s get back to the dorm”
“Wait, let me wrap the take outs” I say. I wrap the food and join him outside the restaurant. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a skateboarder bumps at me. I fell to the sidewalk. I see my takeouts; it was spread on top of a mean looking guy. I stand up and say sorry.
“You messing with us?” the mean looking guy ask. Then his mean looking friends shows up from the alley. They look like they’re about to ‘teach me a lesson’. Then I look at Neal, he say, “Dan, you should run”
I look swiftly at the mean looking guys, and then run my ass off.
YOU ARE READING
The Premonition (on hold)
Paranormal19 years old, Daniel Smithson wake up with a bad dream that there will be a disaster. later that day, he remembers he had some kind of premonition about a car accident involving a 19 years old boy in his neighborhood. Although his friend Neal Conner...
