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Claire Lockwood woke up with a gasp, clutching her erratic beating heart, taking in deep breaths her heart began to return to a steady beat. Another nightmare but this one was different, it wasn't plague with death it seemed to be more like a warning that wouldn't stop ringing in her mind it sent a chill up her spine.
The youngest Lockwood didn't know what to make of all these dream, the weird energy she felt and the buzzing in her ears. It was frustrating to say the least she couldn't sleep how she use to, the screams would wake her, leaving her mumbling about blood and death. All she wanted was for it to stop.
But that didn't mean she was going to let whatever was happening to her take control of her life. She knew it was something she was going to deal with, even though she didn't want to. Running her hand through her bed hair, she reached over to her night stand grabbing a pen and her yellow diary.
Flipping it open to a new page, she wrote about her dream. Her mother Carol told her writing down her dreams would help her with remember the accident, but it didn't work, she only continued to write to make her mother happy.
Closing her diary she placed it back on the dresser, the brunette threw her blue covers off her body, swinging her feet over to her bear slippers. Heading toward the bathroom, she quickly stripped off her clothes, then hopped into the shower and hoping that the warm water and soothing steam would clear her mind.
After Claire got dressed, she headed down stairs her fresh curls bouncing against her back as she took each step. The aroma of coffee hit her nose as she strolled into the kitchen, Her dad, Richard had sat at the table reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Morning Claire," Richard Lockwood hummed in his cup, taking a sip he placed it down still looking at his paper "how did you sleep, sweetie?"
Claire sighed as she reached in the refrigerator "I slept alright, but I had a nightmare." Claire walked over to the table grabbing a bagel
Richard frowned after swallowing another sip of his coffee, "Nightmare? About what?"
"A vampire," Claire shrugged as she spreads cream cheese over her bagel
Her father's gaze finally left his paper, a worried look spreaded across his face "A vampire? Why would you dream of that?"
"Hmm, not sure?." Carol Lockwood walked into the kitchen smiling "Morning, honey," she sat down on the table on the left of her husband
"I heard you screaming last night," Tyler said as he walked into the kitchen, kissing her on the cheek, then quickly swiped Claire's bagel "you have another nightmare?"
"Another one?" Carol questioned looking at her daughter, "Claire? I thought they stopped?"
Claire sighed "It was nothing- just a stupid nightmare about a-"
