"The sound of the impact echoed through the air. I stand frozen in place, staring at the boy's broken body lying just feet from me. Others in the square rush to his side, but I could tell from the amount of blood pooling around him and the way his b...
Betrayal and resentment were the only two emotions I could register after reading Abigail's letter. If what I'd read was true, it meant that Christopher and Abigail had lied to me my entire life.
Hot, angry tears cascade down my cheeks as I fought the urge to scream.
On some deep-seeded level, I had suspected that I was adopted for a while. There were little things over the years that had made me suspicious- the fact that I looked nothing like either of my parents, when they couldn't find my birth certificate for a school project, a distinct lack of pictures of me from when I was a baby. In retrospect I guess I should have come to the conclusion myself. Maybe then I wouldn't have felt so blindsided.
Exasperated, I threw the letter as far from me as I could. I didn't want anything to do with these people, these strangers, who had kept the truth from me for so long. How can I believe anything they'd ever told me?
And what was that Abigail wrote about witches, and bindingmy powers? Or about my biological parents using dark magic? Abigail needed to be institutionalized if she actually believed those things.
But what about everything that happened at the house? I found myself thinking.
I didn't know what that was about, but I was determined to find the answers. Tomorrow I would go to Jerry and Kate's house and get the truth, whether they wanted to give it or not.
Leaning back against the cave wall, I closed my eyes and drifted into a deep sleep, as tears of betrayal continued to fall down my face.
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That night, my dreams consisted of several images that I couldn't make sense of.
Two young girls ran through a field holding hands; a large circle of friends chanted together in the forest; a woman with brown hair and hazel eyes rocked a cradle with a smile on her face; the same woman attacking a group of people, while terrifying fire danced in her eyes; the face of a young, green-eyed man who I'd had never met, but felt as though I'd known my whole life.
The man, in particular, stood out in my mind. He had dark brown hair, cropped neatly above his ears, and the brightest green eyes that I'd ever seen. There was a stony look on his face. It was chilling, yet I had never felt more at ease. The stranger brought me peace and a sense of protection that put a smile on my face.
The image lingered in my mind for several minutes, before a single word came out of his mouth.
"Lexi."
I woke at the sound of my name and looked around, disorientated. It took me a moment to realize that I was still wedged between the boulders, hiding from unknown dangers.
As I lay awake in the darkness, I recalled the horrific events from the previous day. I couldn't help but wonder if everything that happened was just one of my many vivid dreams.
