"Serene Lullabys" Short Stories Book 1

"Somethings wrong"

Main idea: A girl named Annalise has an interesting power. When something bad is gonna happen, her chest starts hurting. The more it hurts the worst the event will be.
One day she wakes up and her chest hurts, more than it normally does.
Note: aaa first short story- this one is gonna be written in first person
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I've always had some sort of... Power. A tell-tale instinct on how things are gonna go.

My chest hurts.

When I first found out, I was only 8 years old, and I told my mother that my chest hurt extremely bad. She brushed it off as nothing, and the next day? Well... Her and dad got a divorce. The next time, I spilled a cup of tea on my cat, Fricka. My chest hurt bad, but not too bad. I got grounded for a week for hurting the cat.

I am only 15 now, I've had this power for 7 years. All sorts of interesting things have happened, and doctors prescribed me with "chronic pain" and gave me painkillers. They don't do jack shit, so I never take them.

It was 7:30 am. I woke up, and got out of bed. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and headed to the table.
"Hey Annie, how's your chest doing?" My mother said.
"Eh? Nothing bad is gonna happen, or not yet anyways." I said, getting myself some cereal. That's when it hit.
The intense throbbing feeling in my chest. I dropped the box, my hand still in the position as if it was holding the box.

Something was wrong, something really bad was gonna happen.

I could feel sweat running down my forhead, the entire room was spinning. My mother was behind me, frantically calling the doctor. I grasped my chest, and a low groan left my throat. It was worse pain than when grandpappy died, worse than the earthquake that happened, worse than when the mayor got shot.
"Yes! She's just... Standing there! Something's wrong doc!" My mother said, her phone in hand.

"S...something bad..." I croaked out, moving to the door, not even bothering to eat breakfast. I went outside and started walking to the gas station to tell Michael, the guy I always tell about my chest pains to. Michael goes to school with me, and he always knows how to deal with almost anything.

I finally reach the station and get into the door, energy drained from me. I look Michael dead in the eyes, and he leaps over the counter and hands me something cold to drink.
"How bad?" He says, his eyes tainted with worry.
"Bad. Worse than... Mayor... And Grandpappy... And earthquake..." I said, guzzling the mountain dew.
His eyes went wide, adjusting his glasses that were falling off cause of the sweat pooling down.

We heard a bang outside. A very, very loud bang. Louder than your average car crash.

We both ran outside, and we saw it.
"Annalise, we're fucking screwed"

Oh no.