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SUMMARY:

There's a ranch in Montana. A place full of stories, secrets, whispers from the dead. It calls to those who have something to live for. To those who have something to die for. To those who have secrets in their pasts that could destroy those closest to them. It offers protection for the innocent. But protection comes at a price.

Why did Tommy really leave?

The walls close in around me, the air grows thin, I can't breathe, I can't move, I can't see. My heart is beating in my ears, pounding it's final beats. I see her face, I hear her voice. It's begging me to hold on. I can't. I failed. I let her down. I'm sorry...I'm sorry...

I sit bolt upright in bed, a cold sweat covering my body. It was just a dream, just another stupid dream. I always see her in my dreams. I miss her. I curse everyday I can't be with her. I curse this hell I've been condemned to.

The mirror over my dresser cracks as though someone hurled a rock at it. My blood runs cold. I get up, the floorboards creaking beneath my feet as I slowly walk towards the mirror.

The glass is cracking in a spider-web pattern away from a pivot point in the center. There's no sign of a rock or anything else that could have shattered the mirror. The crack grows, making patterns up to the edge of the glass and back down again. I watch, mesmerized, as my own split, unblinking reflection stares back at me. He smiles. I rub my eyes, thinking that I must be imagining things, but when I open them again he's still there, smiling a wicked smile.

creak

I spin around. There's no one there. Great, now I'm hearing things.

buzz

I hear the mirror buzzing. It's not my imagination. I whirl back around to face it.

"Amber!" I call. "Amber get in here quick!"

It's nearly 3o'clock in the morning, but still my call is answered within moments. The door opens and a girl of 16 walks in, hair and eyes dark as the night, skin the color of chocolate and the demeanor of someone with a deep, dark secret. I see her eyes rest on my bare torso as she walks to join me by the dresser, and then move up to my eyes, inquiring with a look why I need her at this hour. I gesture towards the mirror and her eyes grow wide.

The shards of glass have rearranged themselves. Now formed within the mirrors frame is the silhouette of a face, the face of a girl. The girl who haunts my dreams. The glass reflects her features, her eyes, hair, skin, her smile. No, not her smile. My smile. I concentrate harder on the glass and realize my reflection is still there, less prominent than hers, but there none the less. My face has faded a bit, but my smile is as plain as day beneath her cherry red lips. Amber has gone pale.

"Do you know what it means?" I ask. She nods.

"It's happened before. Just before..." Her voice chokes as she shakes off the memory. "It's a sign. Do you know this girl?"

"Yes," I answer softly, my eyes burning her image to my memory. "Yes, I know her."

"You love her?" Amber asks. I nod.

"Yes, I love her."

"Her soul is connected to yours, as is her fate. She'll be drawn to you," Amber sighs and a tear slides down her cheek. "Pray for her, Tommy. Pray she doesn't find you." With that she turns and walks out of the room, leaving me staring into the face of my past. I reach out to touch the glass, and a shock runs through my body. I fall to the ground, feel my head strike something hard, and everything goes black.

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