My name is Alicia. At least, for now it is. I've been noticing strange things that happen in my life. Every time I wake up, I think I'm someone else. Right now I have a husband and 2 children. But I don't think this was always true. For some reason, I remember living alone. I went out one day to go to my local party store, when someone came in and robbed the store with a semi-automatic. I remember after he got the money, he shot the cashier. Then he turned to me. All I remember is a flash of light. Then, I woke up. I ask my husband how long we've been married. He says 5 years. But, I don't remember a lot. I only remember up to the point I woke up. I live in a large state in the U.S. One large city with some desert and urban towns up towards the north. We have a beautiful beach where I live. I went out for a stroll to the beach one day. I walk along the pier and gaze at the sight. I smell the salty ocean and listen to the seagulls. But, The seagulls aren't the only thing I hear. BANG! BANG! I hear two gunshots from down below the pier. A man runs out from below holding a large pistol. He points and shoots at the poor people on the beach. He turns and runs towards the stairs up to the pier. He starts shooting in my direction. I run. Someone had called the police. When the police showed up, they gunned down the man after he opened fire at the officers. I tried to get a closer look at the body. It was the man from my dream. I assumed this was one of those times where someone dreams the future. Thankfully, I didn't get killed like in my dream. I walk home. When I open the door to my home, my husband runs up to me and hugs me. "I was worried you were killed!" He said crying on my shoulder. I tell him I'm fine and that I love him. The next day, I went to the movie theater with my husband. As we exit the theater, I see a man that looks familiar. I kept my eye on this man. As my husband and I got to our car, the man walks up and hits my husband on the head with a hammer. Knocking him out. I yell as the man comes up to me. He pulls out a pistol and points it at me. Then I realize who the man is. It's the man that was in my dream. But he died at the pier just yesterday! I run in the opposite direction. I hear the shots fly by my ear. I turn the corner yelling for help. But everyone just runs in the opposite direction. Not acknowledging any word I say. That's when I realize. I'm not talking. I'm thinking everything I think I'm saying. But the things coming out of my mouth are not words I want to say. All that's coming out is either screaming or saying "Jesus! Please don't kill me." I then feel a force knock me to the ground. Dazed and confused, I look up to see the man. With his dirty face. His messy hair. His crazy looking eyes. His greasy sweatpants and stained shirt. He points the gun at me. Then all I see is a flash. Then, I wake up.
My name is Helen. At least, for now it is.
THE END
