Memories

I have these dreams. But they’re more like nightmares. Every night I go to sleep, and I dream of my father dying. Except for they’re not dreams, they’re memories. Memories of my father dying. I’ve had visions of this happening before, when I was really young. But I didn’t know what to make of them. My name is Destiny Hope Martin and I have visions of people dying. I try my best to help who I vision, but my first priority is to find my father’s killer. Or will I let a certain boy stray me from my mission.