ONE CHANCE

Chapter 29

I wake up with a jolt. Sweat drips down my forehead, my breathing is heavy and unsteady and I have to take slow deep breaths to help it go back to regular.

I can still hear the echoing voices in my head. I frown trying to make sense of what happened.

“Oh my god.” I breathe out. I look down at my stomach, lifting my shirt up to check for any wounds but my skin is clear from any injuries. I sigh in relief. “Just a dream, it was just a dream.” To my memory of dreams, a dream has never felt so real like that before.

“Cecilia, its time to get up, you’ll be late for your first day at College!” I hear my mother yell from downstairs. I snap my head towards my clock in my room checking the time. I’m going to be so late.

I get in the shower and freshen myself up and get dressed into my- I guess what the “cool kids” would call - innocent, goody two shoo clothes. Blouse with skirts. I like to think of them as respectful clothes if something like that even exists.

I make my way downstairs where I find my luggage for College. My parents stand at the front door patiently waiting for me, smiling proudly at me.

I am attending one of the best colleges in New York to study Pathology and I’m really proud of myself that I made it after years of studying and working my ass off.

In no time we arrive to the college and I feel like I am going to be sick.

“Now darling, remember school work, stay away from boys and anything that can get in your way of success.” My Mother says as we walk past dorms to find mine. I roll my eyes.

“Mum, I know, I’ve done exactly that all my life, its not going to change now.” I say, hoping she at least trusts me with my words. But my Mother always doubts me and it’s annoying. Even when I have worked my ass off with my schoolwork just to keep her and Dad happy.

After a few turns into different corridors of the college, I find my dorm. I look at my parents before opening the door. The dorm is empty but I know I am sharing with someone as there are clothes laid out on the bed. But by the looks of the clothes, the girl is not like me instead she looks to be the exact opposite. I feel like I’ve been in here before. I think to myself. I shrug it off and proceed on sitting my suitcases on my bed. I walk towards my parents who stand at the foot of my door.

“Well this is it.” I take a deep breath as I pull them both into a hug.

“All the best, darling.” My Dad says as he pulls out of the bone-crushing hug.  

“Make me proud, sweetie” my Mother cries lightly. I blink to stop the tears from falling and hug her again.

“I will Mum, love you both” I say as they walk away. This all feels oddly strange like I have been here before….

I shut my dorm door and begin unpacking. Once I finish unpacking, I realize I haven’t picked up my timetable from the office yet. I quickly walk out and make my way there.

As soon as I enter the halls, all eyes are on me and I can hear faint whispers about me being made. This feels way too familiar but then again people have always whispered when I’ve walked by. And not the good kind of whispering.

After taking a few wrong turns in the halls of this college, I finally find myself at the office. I wait outside the door to be called in patiently.

The office door opening startles me and that’s when I see three students walk out. They look like the rebels of the college that hold the best frat parties and I’m not going to lie…. they do frighten me. The girl wears the typical tank top tucked into her high waist shorts with her white converse, her hair pink with her lipstick color matching. I even notice a few tattoos on her but they are small. On the right side of her is a curly-haired boy that is holding her hand. He has tattoos all up his left arm and a few on his right arm and has face piercings that make me want to puke. The boy on her left looks a lot like the curly-haired boy just with straight, short black hair and he isn’t as tall and as toned but his muscles flex as he walks by.

I stare at them, trying to figure out why they look so familiar to me.

The girl walks with so much pride and power, her pink hair bounces with each step she takes. I have to admit she is really pretty despite her tattoos and piercings.

The three of them must feel my eyes on them because their heads turn to look in my direction. They eye me up and down. The pink haired girl smirks at me and brushes a few strands out of her face. The two boys smirk at me just like the girl did and with that, I feel a big knot form in the pit of my stomach. I feel sick and vulnerable with their intimidating stares.

I collect my timetable as quick as possible. The nauseas feeling in my stomach is beginning to get to me. And to my surprise it isn’t because I am nervous or because their stares are that intimidating, it’s because there is something in my gut telling me that I have been here before and only tragedy is nearing me by the minute.

I run back to my dorm as quick as I can to avoid another encounter with those three students.

I swiftly open my dorm door and shut it close. I sigh and turn around.

“You have got to be kidding me” I mumble under my breath. The unfamiliar yet familiar pink haired girl stands before me, hanging her clothes up in her provided closet.

“Oh, the new girl” She says slyly. I give her a weak smile. She knows she has the power over me, she can sense how much I fear her. I’m pretty much shaking like a Chihuahua. “No need to fear me sweetheart, I won’t bite” She winks and takes a step closer to me.

No, I’ve heard those words before. Sweetheart, little one…I stare at her with wide eyes and my mouth agape once I recognize everything surrounding me.

“Are you going to pass out on me or something?” She jokes, eyeing me. I don’t move. I can’t, I feel paralyzed in my spot.

“You’re…you’re Amy aren’t you?” I say, my voice merely a whisper. She looks at me confused but shocked as well.

“How do you know my name?” She frowns.

“And you’re boyfriend is Harry…you’re best friend is Bryce Treadway.” I say, everything coming together in my head. Amy doesn’t say anything, she just watches me with her gold-brown eyes that I’ve come to learn that turn dark when her temper is dwindling. “Your parents past away when you were seven, you study Theatre, you, Harry and Bryce party every Saturday night, your best friend was Emily Rose Headrick but she past away a year ago on the twenty-third of July 2013…” I say without taking a breath.

Amy stares at me, her mouth is agape but her eyebrows form a crease in the middle. She doesn’t say anything and I need to ask if what I said was true.

“Am I right?” I stare at her. “Amy Shay?”

She doesn’t say anything; she just stares at me stunned by the words I just threw in her face. But it’s enough to answer my question. Everything I said is true and that only scares me.

If everything I said was true and all the events that happened in only one night in my head are coming to life, I need to stop it all before it’s too late.

All I’ve got is one chance to stop what happened in my head from coming true.

One chance only….