"What do you mean, you know what's happening to me? How?" I yelled. My heart was beating so fast that I thought Ryan could here it through the phone.
" Isn't that what you called me for?"
I was dead silent. How did he know that?"Promise?"
"How did you know that is what I was calling for?" I asked. I heard him sigh and my heartbeat went even faster. I was afraid for the answer.
"Eemaseer." He mumbled. I was extremely confused as to what he just said.
"What did you just say? I didn't understand a thing you just said." I questioned. He groaned. I knew him so well that I could tell he was rolling his eyes.
"I'm. A. Seer." He said slowly. I hung up the phone and tried to process what he just said.
A Seer? What the hell? Him stalking me would have been a better answer than "I'm a seer." I was so confused. I stared at my lime green bedroom walls and tried to think.
I finally decided on showing up at his house.
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I was walking up the steps when Ryan opened the door. I walked up to him and slapped him hard across the face. The look on his face was hysterical. He looked in pain and shocked at the same time.I had to hold back laughter.
"Sorry. Still in shock. Needed to take it out on someone." I quickly walked into his house and went for fridge. I took out a can of beer. I needed a drink.
"What are you doing? Don't you dare drink that!" Yelled Ryan.
"Who the fuck are you to tell me I can't get a drink. Besides it'll make the headache go away." I said.
"You still have a headache?" He asked. I nodded.
"Then when I woke up at my house, I saw this shadowy figure standing in my bedroom. Just staring at me. I'm going crazy right?"
"Wait. Go back. How tall would you say this figure was?" He asked. What the hell. I just told him there was some stranger standing in my BEDROOM and he wants to know how tall he is? I was about to reply when Ryan suddenly cut me off.
"It's not that. I swear. I just need you to describe the figure a little."
"Fine. Six threeish. Brown hair. That's all I saw."
"Jason." Ryan whispered angrily.
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Destroyed
FantasyPromise was only eighteen, yet she had to do one of the most challenging thing a young girl has ever had to face. She had to win a battle she was never trained to have. One wrong move and the world would never be the same. P.S. I apologize if the bo...