Prologue

When Skyla woke up the only thing she could think about were the names Simon, Tori, Derek, and Chloe. She thought more about the name Chloe Saunders than any of the other names. This was because the now fading dream not only gave her a first name, but a last name, and a face that wouldn't go away.

Skyla got out of her sleeping bag, stretched, and reached out of her tent to grab her backpack. Inside her backpack there was a change of clothes, a year old newspaper to remind her of what she could have stopped, and her lap top. The first thing she pulled out was change of clothes, she only got the chance to change once a week if she was lucky, and considering that she was on the run she didn't find this weird. After that she pulled out the newspaper and lap top then started her usual morning schedule. The first thing she did was open the newspaper to the marked article. It read:

TEENAGE BOY DIES A HERO

On Tuesday January 15th, a young man named Matthew Fuller makes a wonderful decision that ends with a horrible consequence. He was walking home from a school dance when he heard a woman scream. Within seconds Matthew was at the scene, the scream had come from Christy Jungles, who told us about the heroic ending to this boy's life. "I was being mugged," she told our journalist, "suddenly he was there in the shadows behind me unnoticed by the mugger. He told me to run as soon as the man got distracted, and then he just jumped on the guy mugging me. I ran and hid where I could see the fight. I pulled out my phone to call the police when I noticed something glint in the mugger's hand, at first I thought it was a ring, but then when the kid got on top of him and started hitting him I got a good look at the shiny object and realized it was a knife. Suddenly, the kid was on the ground bleeding and the mugger was gone. That is when I finally, jumped to action I called 911 I ran up to the poor kid at first I thought he was still dead, until he started to cough he was muttering so I leaned in to hear what he was saying. He was saying 'I love you Sky, forgive me, I wish we could have lasted, got married, had kids, please don't forget me.' After that the ambulance showed up and took him away." After the interview our journalist went to the hospital, where she got to ask the doctor about the boy's condition and the doctor said he had a small chance of survival. The next day around 3:30am he died.

Skyla had read that article millions of times and it still made her cry. Matt had been her boyfriend and she could have saved him. Everyone told her she couldn't have made a difference, but they didn't understand, she had dreamed about his death an entire week before he had died and had thought nothing about it until the day he died, and everything about the dream was the same even the part about him saying he had wanted to marry her.

Ever since then she had three more dreams that had made the paper, after that she started researching the names of people in her dreams. So this time when she pulled out the lap top and searched the name "Chloe Saunders" she wasn't surprised when she got results. But the results shocked her it was an article about 3 teens who had run away from a place called Lyle House.

Skyla gasped. "Lyle," she thought "As in Samuel Lyle."

She slammed the computer shut, packed her stuff but decided to leave the tent, and left to catch the next bus.

Chapter 1

Chloe POV

"Ugh" I said, "where is Simon, he should be here already we need to get a move on."

"I'm sure he'll be here soon" Derek said.

And as if waiting for the cue Simon appeared out of no where and said, "You guys ready," he had a dreamy look on his face. Like the ones you see on those cheesy romance movies.

"What's your problem?" Tori sneered at him, but either he ignored her or was sucked to deep in his own fantasy world. "HEY SIMON," Tori yelled in his face.

"Yeah," he said with that ridiculous look still on his face.

"What's up with the cheesy face?"

"Nothing," he said, but I didn't believe him, and Tori just rolled her eyes at him.

Derek gave him a concerned look.

"I think he's in love," I whispered up to Derek. Now it was my turn to get the weird look.

"Let's go," Derek said after a while in silence, "We don't want to be late again or dad will never let us go out alone."