ANNE(On Hiatus)

" I can't set my hopes to high cause every HELLO ends with a GOOD BYE "

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"Stay....please "

"Shh.... don't talk"

Then I felt the pain.............

When I was six I started having dreams, dreams I wasn't suppose to have, when I grew older they only got worse, until my parents decided to get me treatment.

Now here I am a seventeen year old girl on a plane to England, my parents made me go to a reform school called Fire and Cross thinking that this place could fix me, but they were wrong.

For some reason there was something familiar about this place, the pictures on the walls, the views from the windows, the flowers in the gardens, the graves names and writings in the cemetery, but the one that intrigued me most was the boy under a very familiar oak tree.

The longer I stayed here the more it got worse, my dreams became more clear, they became more realistic, and I felt the deaths more painful that it woke me up at night.

I already knew they were coming, they have their savior, but who is mine?

(So this story will not be continued anymore and I have made a more improved story of this the title is still the same bit the story will definitely have more improvements. For more info just check the last chapter of this story. Thanks☺)