Foreseen

I look around and all I can see is black. Like a blanket of darkness over me. I'm screaming. What are those words? "Help me! Somebody, please!"

I'm kneeling on what feels like warm pavement. Rain beating down all around me. In my lap there is someone familiar. I stroke his face. There is a chill starting to settle in his skin. His body heavy and stiff. My heart stops, my chest is tight, and I cannot breathe. What have I done?

I think of the two men I love. Only losing one of them could hurt this much. Looking down I try to focus. My eyes begin to adjust, to face my worst fear.

I shoot up gasping for air. The sun is shining bright and the birds are singing their morning song. As I sit here in my bed trying to grasp what just happened, it sends my head spinning. It was a dream. I tell myself, "it was only a dream." Knowing it could be so much more, I try to hold on to every little detail.

As I get ready for school, I think of all the dreams I've had that came true. Too many to count. I used to think it was just coincidence. It was never anything major, and sometimes the details were mixed up. Like the time I dreamed my cat puked in our living room. When I got home from school that day my sister threw up in the same spot. It was even the same color of red, she just got done eating jello. That was the biggest coincidence for a long time.

That was until I dreamt of death. In my dream man came to me for help. He was searching for his child. A baby boy barely over the age of one. We discovered he was taken by two demons. After everything played out we found his boy. He reached out to him, and just as touched his arm the demons appeared beside them. I watched as they burst into flames and turned to ash before me.

I awoke with the taste of ashes filling my mouth. It stuck with me for most of the school day. Then at lunch, my best friends, Joelle and Marie, were talking about a house that burned down int the middle of the night. Living there was a family of four. The little girl was on the first floor and made it out unharmed. The parents got out by a ladder the neighbors brought to their window. But the baby, a boy, was still inside. So the dad went back in for him. Neither of them made it out.

Hearing this made me sick deep down in the pit of my stomach. I had never told anyone of my dreams before. I was too embarrassed to admit I believed it. But this I couldn't keep it in. I burst into tears and ran to the bathroom. Joelle and Marie ran after me confused. They thought maybe I somehow knew the family.

"Reena wait!" I heard Marie close behind me. As I hid in a stall Joelle pleaded, "please, tell us what is going on." That was when I confessed.

We never actually experienced anything paranormal but, we were obsessed with all types of it. We were always trying to contact ghosts, or try some kind of spell, without results. So, as sad as it was that my dream was real, the news excited them.