Prologue

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A white light is blinding me, I open my eyes and see a forest setting, Adam in front of me walking, his back to me. I call out his name but no reply from him. He only turns his head back at me once and gives me a smirk.

It is unlike him, I refuse to believe it is him. I try to catch up to him but my limbs are slow and heavy. I look around to see if there is anyone else who can help me call for Adam. I can see the fringes of the forest where Vance and Holly are, they stare and say nothing as I follow him.

I call for him again and no reply once more. I was feeling as if my heart were heavy. That's when I see her, the girl. A girl with wavy blonde comes from the side and walks with Adam. My heart finally breaks and tears slips out, soon a white light is blinding me.

Here I am, sweating madly in the middle of the night, my breath barely catching, darkness at my core. I could feel it surround me. "Adam!" I hoarsely whispered. He barely stirred in his sleep right beside me. I decide to gently shake him awake but as I go to do so, I pause. I shake my head and leave our bed.

I go downstairs and sit on the couch, thinking about the dream. It's been a few months since Helene and Zara went to separate female prisons. They were out of my life and I'm sure there isn't any problems running my way—except for worldy ones like my sister Holly, she's dealing with a new boyfriend and I don't like him much. The kids Ben and Laney are fine so far. Even Vance is doing okay.

I don't understand why this dream is tainting my peace. The dream has been hanging around since I noticed a new girl in my therapy sessions with a small group at the center of the gated community where I live with the other 4400's. To describe her, she has blonde wavy hair and brown eyes. She didn't say hi to me or anything, I just simply noticed her and went on about my day.

She felt... off, though, as if I might know who she is. I tried to shake off the feeling until the dream came. I don't know if it's my subconscious talking to me or if I view her as a threat to the group, to Adam, or me. I don't even know how to proceed with this, it would be ridiculous, right? To just say hi to someone who you've seen a few months ago?

I sighed at this prospect, I'm not even that friendly even though I've settled in here a few months ago. Jordan, the man who made a good living making this estate for the 4400's isn't my closest friend as well. As much as I hate to say it, I only dislike him so greatly because of how Adam was treated. Adam is too kind and to finally tell him off was his greatest pleasure.

Adam would surely disown him if he could and go on to do whatever he pleased but it is hard not to when half of his money is invested in making the rest of the 4400's safe. He much prefers to be in the thick of it as a silent partner, I don't even think Shawn knows that he is one at all, truth be told. He just probably thinks that Adam is like them, lost and confused and wanting a home.

I think that's where our paths take on certain parallels—wanting a home where the confusion lessons as time goes on, realizing how stressful it is to step into a time where it is different from the one you were growing up in—in a sense, it is...rough. I look at the clock overhead on the mantle, it is nearly 3 am.

I yawned at this, I would need sleep for today, I would get up and have breakfast early, therapy session is 8:30 am, from there the rest of the day I'll have to do errands. That means I would see her again during the therapy session, maybe I'll talk to her to ease the same reoccurring  dream. It would honestly help my lack of sleep if I did so, Adam would finally stop worrying and so would I with over thinking about her.

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