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I could feel the cool air passing by my side becoming boiling hot just by looking at the man , standing pointing a pistol . It was towards the one , standing a few meters  away from me. A vague image of  a girl standing beside him caught my attention. She was white her whole body was painted in white.Another one stood opposite to the one standing beside the white girl , she stood with the man holding the pistol.

Passing seconds where like years to  me , I was just looking at the one who was going to be shot . He was acting like a hero instead of fearing , he was just looking at the one beside him instead of saving himself . Something was different by the way he was looking at the girl , his eyes had the depth grinding inside the soul. The girl's eyes held fear seeing the pistol pointed towards the guy ,her lips was trembling with tears rolling down.

"You deserve to die" the guy with the pistol yelled firing.

"Ahh" she woke up sweating from her regular, tormenting  dark dream. Its been two weeks since she was got the same dream. Something wasn't right! Why did she keep visualizing the dream like every single freaking night?

Her heart heaved with deep and long breathing.Thoughts she held was strong enough to conclude , that man was in danger. But her brain told otherwise. It is so usual to know a person's future by an unintentional touch , by her . A person's future comes running in front of her eyes, with a mere touch on her skin.Even though her intentions are not to know .

She did have harsh memories of people calling her hurtful words , when she tried warning them. Her school was bitter and horrible, courtesy to her visions regarding the future of fellow classmates. They used to bully her, taunt and call her mentally ill.By passing day she learnt to stop warning and interfering in other's life.

"Had another?" a strong yet calm voice boomed inside her room. She shook her head negatively, squinting her eyes at the one standing at the door .

"When you can't lie, why do you try?" the person came ahead sitting beside and caressing her hair.

"Do... don't try to be my brother!" she gulped down the cool water under her dry throat. It felt like an ice burg falling on lava.

"Whether you accept or not I'm your brother, sweetheart." he chuckled looking at her adamant self , not ready to accept her fear.

"Step brother!"  a tinge of hurt appeared as he heard from the one who he loved the most. But still he knows her enough to not come into the screened words.

"Still I do have a brother card, at the end." She felt him patting her head sweetly like a father does to a daughter. Nothing can move him, not even her piercing gaze and words from shoo away from seeing her as a weak individual.

"Same one?" the past two weeks he was woken up by her screams. The way she described her dream after having them continuously for three days , made him realize something was wrong.

"Anika, I'm telling you! Go warn that guy once. Who knows, he might even listen and trust you. Try once." His eyes held the worry and panic each time he saw her taking heaving breathes.

" Avi, that's not possible. No one will trust if I appear suddenly and tell them they are in danger. That guy is no exceptional, even he will think I have gone mad." Anika was being frustrated with the dream and screaming heart , each time she visualizes the dream.