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Chapter 3
A strange vision
“Was he hot?” My best friend Jessica asked. I groaned, of course that would be the first thing she asked.
After that introduction, I drove straight to Jessica’s house, knowing she would rebel and not go to school, because she کہا and I quote ‘Monday doesn’t count as a school دن in my book’. Ever since the first دن of eighth grade, she hasn’t attended school on Monday, the best part, no one سوالات this.
“That’s not the point, Jess.” I tell her. “He…I don’t know, it was like he knew something.”
Jess nodded. “Hot guys always look like they know something.”
I laughed, I took my تکیا and threw it at her. “You suck.”
Jess dodged the pillow, “what did they call آپ in for.”
“They told us Dorothy was hit سے طرف کی a bat, and then drowned. Dad got so angry, and he’s never showed a slip of emotion until now.”
“And that boy…Cadence, just happened to notice your special amulet on the floor,” Jess’s eyebrows scrunched.
If I haven’t کہا it before, I tell Jess everything. So she knows why my amulet is so special, and that it might just be the number one reason I’m having these recurring dreams of my sister.
“I don’t know what to think,” I confess, burying my face in her pillow.
“Me neither,” Jess says. “But right now, let’s get آپ cheered up.”
Jess gets up from her bed, and makes a peace and farewell sign, probably to go to the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ and stack up on my پسندیدہ foods. I smile to myself, pleased to have such a great friend.
I hear this weird sound, it’s faint but gains momentum in seconds. At first I can’t tell what it is, but then I realize it’s something about a vision. The اگلے thing I know, when I blink, I’m in some sort of store. I hear a familiar voice and my دل freezes.
Dorothy.
“Thanks, take care,” she says while flashing her dazzling smile to the stunned cashier. She turns on her heel and heads to the exit, I follow closely.
She’s holding this grocery bag, I can’t tell what’s in it, it could be big, it could be small.
She stops at this boat, it’s quite big, she enters it with ease and confidence, دکھانا that she’s done this before. She calls out a name, but when she says it, it sounds all disoriented, as if she was in water.
Water.
As soon as I think of those words, I’m thrown into the blue devil. I can’t swim up, I can’t breathe, and my life is flashing before my very own eyes. I look up and see this dark shadow, silently watching me.
My eyes pop open and I gasp for air, thinking of my vision, it was weird. First of all, there was a weight chained to my sister, and سیکنڈ of all the water wasn’t that deep when she drowned, it was a lake, and that vision felt like an ocean.
Lastly, it was one of the first visions I’ve had in a long time, where I was put into a person’s mind, feeling what they were feeling, thinking what they were thinking.
I shivered at the اگلے thought, what if that vision of drowning wasn’t of my sister, but of someone else. And whoever that shadow was, probably killed my sister to.
I took in deep breaths, thinking of Cadence and his mysterious aura. ‘I know’, he had said. Then I think of that police man years ago, when I asked him to borrow some police files, یا newspapers of murders, trying to match some.
If that was another person drowning, then I might be close enough.
And I just might need help.
Chapter 3
A strange vision
“Was he hot?” My best friend Jessica asked. I groaned, of course that would be the first thing she asked.
After that introduction, I drove straight to Jessica’s house, knowing she would rebel and not go to school, because she کہا and I quote ‘Monday doesn’t count as a school دن in my book’. Ever since the first دن of eighth grade, she hasn’t attended school on Monday, the best part, no one سوالات this.
“That’s not the point, Jess.” I tell her. “He…I don’t know, it was like he knew something.”
Jess nodded. “Hot guys always look like they know something.”
I laughed, I took my تکیا and threw it at her. “You suck.”
Jess dodged the pillow, “what did they call آپ in for.”
“They told us Dorothy was hit سے طرف کی a bat, and then drowned. Dad got so angry, and he’s never showed a slip of emotion until now.”
“And that boy…Cadence, just happened to notice your special amulet on the floor,” Jess’s eyebrows scrunched.
If I haven’t کہا it before, I tell Jess everything. So she knows why my amulet is so special, and that it might just be the number one reason I’m having these recurring dreams of my sister.
“I don’t know what to think,” I confess, burying my face in her pillow.
“Me neither,” Jess says. “But right now, let’s get آپ cheered up.”
Jess gets up from her bed, and makes a peace and farewell sign, probably to go to the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ and stack up on my پسندیدہ foods. I smile to myself, pleased to have such a great friend.
I hear this weird sound, it’s faint but gains momentum in seconds. At first I can’t tell what it is, but then I realize it’s something about a vision. The اگلے thing I know, when I blink, I’m in some sort of store. I hear a familiar voice and my دل freezes.
Dorothy.
“Thanks, take care,” she says while flashing her dazzling smile to the stunned cashier. She turns on her heel and heads to the exit, I follow closely.
She’s holding this grocery bag, I can’t tell what’s in it, it could be big, it could be small.
She stops at this boat, it’s quite big, she enters it with ease and confidence, دکھانا that she’s done this before. She calls out a name, but when she says it, it sounds all disoriented, as if she was in water.
Water.
As soon as I think of those words, I’m thrown into the blue devil. I can’t swim up, I can’t breathe, and my life is flashing before my very own eyes. I look up and see this dark shadow, silently watching me.
My eyes pop open and I gasp for air, thinking of my vision, it was weird. First of all, there was a weight chained to my sister, and سیکنڈ of all the water wasn’t that deep when she drowned, it was a lake, and that vision felt like an ocean.
Lastly, it was one of the first visions I’ve had in a long time, where I was put into a person’s mind, feeling what they were feeling, thinking what they were thinking.
I shivered at the اگلے thought, what if that vision of drowning wasn’t of my sister, but of someone else. And whoever that shadow was, probably killed my sister to.
I took in deep breaths, thinking of Cadence and his mysterious aura. ‘I know’, he had said. Then I think of that police man years ago, when I asked him to borrow some police files, یا newspapers of murders, trying to match some.
If that was another person drowning, then I might be close enough.
And I just might need help.
This is a poem I came up with
The pain is far greater
the pain is almost blinding
آپ کہا you'd always love me
a rope of love wrapped around me, a binding
But now I know the truth
You're nothing but a fake
آپ took my دل and played with it
and now my دل does nothing but ache
I wish to hear your voice again
I wish آپ had never hurt me
for now I can't even look at آپ
without having to turn and flee
This pain has gotten worse
I can't stand it much longer
but if I take a blade....
I can take the pain آپ gave me and make a different pain stronger.
The pain is far greater
the pain is almost blinding
آپ کہا you'd always love me
a rope of love wrapped around me, a binding
But now I know the truth
You're nothing but a fake
آپ took my دل and played with it
and now my دل does nothing but ache
I wish to hear your voice again
I wish آپ had never hurt me
for now I can't even look at آپ
without having to turn and flee
This pain has gotten worse
I can't stand it much longer
but if I take a blade....
I can take the pain آپ gave me and make a different pain stronger.