My 'short' story

My body ached, i was sure that I've broken almost every bone in my body. I laid still on the ground, maybe ten feet away from a car with the front of the car dented like it hit a pole or the side of a brick wall. I opened my mouth to speak but no works escaped my lips, only a large glitch of pain crawled up my spine.

I want to scream, but then I remember someone telling me something. "don't scream, they all sense fear" but I just don't remember who said it or who 'they' are.

"miss... Are you okay?!" states a worried voice, that hovered over me. My first thought was 'do I look alright?' but how could I even know. If I looked as good as I felt right then, the answer was 'no'.

I don't move, how could I? I felt paralyzed and was aching in pain, my vision started to blur, my focus started to get dreadfully fuzzy.

"HELP! Someone call an ambulance!" the voice yelled as it seemed that the voice was directed in all directions. "It's going to be okay, I'm so sorry!" the male voice added, honestly.

I heard fingers tapping on a screen as the machine made a ticking sound with each tap, like it was a the person was hitting number on a phone.

All I hear is something that seems to be crossed with a growl and a mutter. I can't even guess what the person kneeling right beside my paralyzed body is saying.

A few minutes later sirens ring in my ears, and the next thing I know is that I'm getting lifted onto a very uncomfortable bed and propped up onto a metal seeming vehicle when the blinding red flashes and siren like noise was coming from.

"miss, if you can hear me. You have to listen to me, your on an ambulance on your way to the hospital" a concerned and serious voice spoke, mixed with a bunch of other things. But the message was clear, 'don't die'.

Twenty minutes of getting tossed around the ambulance, swerving this way and that way. The vehicle stopped still and I was shoved out of the truck on the bed and rushed to emergency.

"doc we have a girl with major head injuries" stated one of the nurse as I just rushed through the doors.

Everyone came in standing around me, wonder how I even survived. The problem was, I didn't even know. The world started to go quiet and darken behind my eyelids.

"NURSE!" yelled the doctor, just before everything fell from my grasp as I starting seeing things, things I didn't think I would ever remember.

~Next Chapter~

I shifted uncomfortably in the chair as he watched me. Looking for something. " I had the dream again" I mutter nervously. My hands clasped in my lap, as my palms were sweating like a pig.

"oh, are you wishing to talk about it?" my councilor asked, as he moved to the edge of his chair. He seemed to interested in hearing my stories, my dreams. He looked at me, hoping I'll say yes. Hoping me to say the nightmares that have been haunting me since I was seven.

I shook my head, no. "I...I can't" I replied, looking down at my lap. "this isn't something I should ever talk about....ever" I added softly. It was the same reply I always gave him, never.

He placed his hand on my knee for comfort. "it's fine, remember it's only a dream" was the last thing I heard him say, before my sea green eyes turned white. Flickering open and closed like an old film.

I was standing in an alley way, the moon was out, shining
dimly in the starry night sky. There was a little girl in the arms of an uneven shaved man, a gun to the small girl's head. The girl's mother begging the man to give her back her child, the women's tears glistened on her face.

The man stood unfazed with the women's tears and placed the end of the shot gun closer to the young child's head. He stood at least 6'1", with a lanky build. The ostrich like man had a scar above his left eye, stretching from his eye to his slim, jaw-etched cheek.

"mommy...." asked the child, frightfully. "shut up, brat" hissed the man, before looking back at the women. "where's Mr. Lance?!" he yelled, sounding desperate and fierce.

"I...I don't know!" cried the mother, looking at the child as though everything was going to be fine but tears streamed down her face.

"fine" growled the drug looking man, before pulling the trigger and letting the small, limp, bleeding body of the little girl tumble to the alley way ground.

I couldn't do anything, I could never do anything in these dreams. I wanted to save the girl, but I couldn't I'd just go through the people, like a spirt or more commonly known as, a ghost.

How could my councilor want to know this. How could anyone be cursed this bad? what did I ever do to deserve this?

I was on the carpet of the room, my knees close to my chest and my hands clenched together in fists; when I woke up. My councilor stood over me, worry filled his eye as I had laid still for five minutes. I started getting up, pulling my body weight off the ground with one of my hands.

"sorry....what were we talking about?" I muttered as I carried myself up to the chair I had been sitting on, daring myself not to look at him. Silence filled the room for ten minutes, I didn't know what to say and it seemed like my councilor didn't know how to say or ask anything...until.

"Sarah...you really should talk to someone about these dreams" he replied reaching for a remote to a near by flat screen tv. He pressed a button on the remote, making the screen lighten up and flash pictures across the screen.

'tonight on Global, we find out the story....one minute, we just got new information of a little girl by the name of Lucy Dawnser. Her body was found in the alley of westwaters street, by the old boxing match building. She was seven years of age, shot in the head. Our news broadcaster stands on the side with more information.' stated the Tv news program before the screen changed to the same alley way I had been dreaming about twenty minutes ago...

"So that's what her name was" I muttered under my breath and looked away from the Television screen. I started playing with my dark brown hair, twirling it around it into a curl. I would have been shaking if I hadn't been able to learn and control my body, when I first watched the news.

You see, my adoptive parents hate watching the news so it's always on sports, for my adoptive father or a soap opera for my adoptive mother. Never on the news. Once I accidentally turned the news on when turning it to my shows. I stopped at the channel and stared at the 'missing person' picture in the corner of the television screen.

After that I didn't sleep for a week, fearing that if I did, more people would die because I dreamed. It didn't, it just continued, causing me to jumping into a unconscious state and see these deaths right before they actually happened...

"Sarah. Do you know what happened? Or who the girl is?" Aurther Nare, my councilor asked. He looked at me fearfully. His brow started to sweat, his eyes hungry for knowledge, my knowledge.

I lean back in the chair and shrug, while having my arms crossed across my chest. "Probably saw her once, somewhere for a brief moment" I lied. I knew exactly who she was, and where I saw her but it would give away my hidden curse in which no one can and will know about.

Aurther nodded his shaggy light brown haired head in interest. "Makes sense" he replied, unknowing that I had plainly lied. He glanced back to the news channel and turned it onto something slightly better, I guess.

I hadn't paid much attention to the scene, but the voices sounded familiar like a soap opera. Maybe it was 'The Young and the Restless' but I could care less on what the show was.

"Sarah" he asked cautiously, as though the next thing in his sentence was going to make me want to throw him out the seven story building or cry a river. "I know you probably wouldn't want to talk about your real parents. But do you have any idea who they are, and where they are?" he continued, it was the last question that he always asked. And the answer never changed.

"No"

~next chapter

I flopped onto my bed, once we got home. My 'mother' continued bickering that I need to talk about the waking nightmares. I usually ignore her in the end.

I've been up since three in the morning and the day was finally coming to me. My eyes started getting heavier and heavier, the longer I laid on my bed.

It all started out very well, I was standing in the mall, and spotted a couple people from my former school. I doubt they would know me, or even recognize me now-a-days. I stood in front of the cafe looking around, starting to wonder what to do first. Shop, look to find some of my other friends, but then I stopped, a sudden thought hit me like a snowball.

'someone's going to die aren't they?' I asked to no one in particular, there was no answer which made the answer even more accessible.

Yes.

Meaning I couldn't do anything on move in my own little compact space and watch what happens. I truly hope this wasn't a gang bust, only an accident, in where someone can survive, but a part of me denied that, that would be the case.

Someone walked right in front of me then looked back as though...they... knew I was there. I didn't see their face clearly enough as they wore a black scarf over half their face and a beanie like hat. But the eye's... Where had I seen them before...