Hey, readers, So I'm back once again after a massive break, Basically, life is having the time of its life kicking the shit out of me, anyway enough of my little pity party.

So I know I have another story to finish, But I just wanted to write something dramatic at the moment.

Also If you have no patience what so ever when it comes to mystery and cliffhanger stories, then you better exit right now. Because this story is going to have more mysteries then pretty little liars, more cliffhangers then Riverdale and more plot twist then an episode of law and order svu.

Anyway enjoy the chapter and if you think you can figure out what the story is about or you have a theory, comment down below in the review box.

2017

I cover my racing heart.

My breathing is fast.

My throat is dry.

My palms are sweaty.

Hell, even my forehead is dripping with sweat.

I had the dream, once again, From the day of my 13th birthday, I've had the same dream over and over again, sometimes I have a different dream, but sadly any of those dreams don't help with putting the bits of the puzzle together.

Who is she?

Why do I dream of her?

It's like putting a puzzle together and you are almost done, you're so proud of yourself. Only to find that there's one piece missing, But 20 times worst.

If only I could see her face.

I remember everything about the faceless woman.

I remember how her body washes smelt like cherry.

I remember how her shampoo and conditioner smelt like Vanilla.

I remember how soft her skin was.

I remember how soft her hair was as well.

I remember how her smile lit up the room.

I remember her soft lullaby.

I remember how when she held me, I felt safe and secure.

I remember how soft her kisses to my cheek were.

I even asked my father and mother, They just shrugged it off and said that she was a babysitter from my childhood or a day care worker.

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Which was odd, for a number of reasons.

1. My parents were extremely protective, So protective that I didn't even know what the scenery outside was, They wouldn't even let me go outside to play as a child.

What were they so scared of me seeing?

So it makes no sense for them to send me to a daycare or have a babysitter when they didn't want me out of there sight.

2. Even if at one stage of my life, I had a babysitter or went to a daycare.

Why would I dream of them?

Why wouldn't I be able to shake off the idea, that they were more than a babysitter or daycare worker.

And the list goes on and on, I've come up with so many theories over the years, that sometimes I feel as if my brain is going to explode and sometimes I have too much stuff to remember some things slip away. And I couldn't write them down as my parent's search my bedroom regularly, Which has alway been a mystery, seems we never leave the house and my family checks all the mail we get, So how else would I sneak something into my bedroom.

Between homeschool and try to piece the dream together, It was just too much at times.

Algebra.

Geography.

Health.

Economics.

World Religions.

Calculus.

What a waste of time! I sighed, rolling my eyes at the thought of them, They were unless and stupid subjects! how on earth were they supposed to help piece together the puzzle.

I sigh once again and push my sheets back, I stretch my back and my arms, One of my bones in my back cracks.

My feet come to rest on the soft carpet, I let out a big yawn as I'm getting out of the bed.

I open my door and going down the hallway and up the stairwell, I open the door and hope it won't creek so that my parents won't wake.

I turn on the cold water and splash it on my face, It feels so nice and refreshing, I turn the taps off and reach for the towel and dry my face off.

While I'm drying my face off, A cold hand touches me on the shoulder and a soft voice, that make's the hair on my arms stand up.

"Darling?" The voice said, making me jump and drop the towel.

I sigh and cover my once again pounding heart. "Mom, you scared me," I say breathlessly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, What are you doing up at his hour? Are you sick?" The woman said in a worried tone, placing her hand on my forehead.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a bit stuffy in my room."

"Stuffy? Darling, it's freezing at the moment." She smirks.

"Maybe it's the heater, I think it's on high, can we turn it down a little?" I ask.

" The heater is the same temperature it is always on." She shakes her head and grins, But soon her grin disappears and an angry look appears on her face. "IT'S THAT DAMN DREAM AGAIN." She shouts, her body and her face are shaking and that crazy look that she get's when she's mad, appears.

"Shh," I say, trying to hide my fear. "You'll wake father up."

I flinch and glup as I see her raise her hand up and start to swing towards my face. I close my eyes and before I know it, A stinging pain attacks my left cheek.

I open my eyes and cup the cheek, I know it won't smooth it, but I hope for once it does. I look my mother in the eye and see tears forming in her green eyes. "I gave you everything." She whispers in a shaky voice.

"I gave you everything." She repeats. "And all you think about is her!" She screams and kicks the laundry basket down.

"Her?" I ask confused, A million of thoughts start to form in my head.

"Nobody darling, don't worry about it." Mother shakes her head and her angry facial expressions, have been replaced with a smile. In a hurry she throws the clothes back into the basket, Mother then stands up and places it on her hip and races out of the room.

"Mom," I call out after her, running out of the room. "Mom, please." I pled, she's in tears and at the top of the stairs.

I go to open my mouth again, with a tight arm wraps around my throat, I can barely breathe, I start to weasel. "NO! please." My mom begs, dropping the basket down the stairs and runs over to me. "Please, don't hurt him." Mother whimpers. "He's turning blue." She whispers, falling down to her knees.

The next thing I remember is a needle stabbing me in the arm and then that's it, that's all I remember.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!" She screams, brushing the hair off her son's forehead.

"I don't know," Father said, rubbing his head. "But when he wakes we will just tell him, It was all a dream, hopefully, he will not question any further about her.

"And what if he doesn't?" Mother whimpers again.

Dad sighs and rubs his eyes. "We start digging."