pain e.g.d

screams

bailey

i hear her cries. my moms.

i see her with my dad next to her at their wedding, her white dress stained red.

i've never seen this before, i wasn't even born at this time. why am i getting these now?

my dad is caressing her cheek while everyone's running. i wanted to help her, do something to take away the pain, but i couldn't move.

i couldn't speak, i just watched my mother die in front of me. i watch my dad loose his wife on their wedding day, and i watch his caress her belly, which was filled with me and grant.

a man with dark hair comes to them. he's a warlock. he picks up glass and flies it at my mother. i try to scream but nothing was coming out.

he turns to face me, his eyes piercing my soul. he walks past me to others, i could hear him killing them.

all i could focus on was the dying pair in front of me. caroline comes and try's to help but it's too late.

she's dead, and i can't help but think it was my fault.
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i jump from my laying position on my bed, sweat drenching my forehead. i try to catch my breath only to see it to be 9 am.

fuck, i'm late.

eh, i'll just skip. i'll say i'm sick. we're all sick in the head in a way, right?

i hear my phone ring to see grant calling me for the hundredth time, i pick up.
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grant- "where the hell are you?" he whisper-yells

me- "in bed" i say laying back down on the bed.

grant- "well you better get your ass up and get here asap. it's about the kid"

grant- "and you better tell me why you weren't waking up this morning. get here, bailey"
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ugh.

i roll out of bed and pick out clothes, a nike corduroy jacket and levi's.

i throw my hair into a messy bun and put some mascara on. i brush my teeth, grabbed my phone and bag, and walked out the front door.
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i walk up to grant, "this better be good" he jumps a little and turns around to see me.

"you look like hell" he jokes but i don't laugh, "just got back" i say with a straight face that makes his face turns serious.

"what happened" he asks turning away from the other. i just shrug my shoulders, "what happened with the boy" i ask, wanting him to get off my back.

he just gives me a weird look and responds hesitantly, "apparently he didn't forget, not all of it at least. he tried telling people but obviously no one believed him, they just thought he was crazy"

i bite the inside of my cheek and cross my arms, "and you couldn't tell me after school?" i ask wanting to get away from all of these people.

he just looks disgusted, "what the hell is your problem?" i just roll my eyes, my arms uncrossing.

"we're talking after school" he says assertively. i just look away from him and make eye contact with ethan which makes my mood soften up a little.