Authors Note - The Fanfic is told from Wendy's point of view.
Déjà Vu
Chapter One
She flitted through the twilight. Sanguine was the smile upon her lips and enthusiastic was the shimmer in her eyes. Shafts of dying, golden light danced across her face, exaggerating the whiteness of her hair and the paleness of her skin. Her feet padded softly upon the frigid pavement, chilling her partially frozen toes. A laugh spilled past her colorless lips and her gray orbs sparkled with enjoyment. Grazing a slender hand over the folds of her periwinkle dress she let slip another laugh, to describe it would be like explaining the thoughts of a child on the flickering stars so untouchable in the night. The lavender sky dims to navy and soon the entire landscape is bathed in moonlight.
I was a silent witness, just the dreamer. I was aware of being asleep but curiosity kept me watching as the delusion continued. The colors faded and the word became black and white. The girl disappeared into a nearby house and I followed, unaware of any terror. The place was familiar, but my clouded mind was too stubborn to spend too much time figuring it out so I just continued to dream, venturing throughout the home, trying to find the girl. A laugh attracted my attention but before I could turn my sight the surroundings changed. I captured a glimpse of blue eyes and the scent of smoke before jerking into consciousness.
Cold. It was thee first sensation I experienced upon waking. My eyes opened slowly, foggy from deep sleep. Tangles of hair hung all around my face as I propped myself up on my elbows, a twitch of a frown on my face at the frigid weather. Wasn't it supposed to be warm in September? The dream hung lazily in the back of my mind, but I pushed it further away. It was meaningless to me. I would forget it later anyway. My feet untangled themselves from the cocoon of blankets I had created last night with my constant movements. I tended to roll around in my sleep, Mary had told me this a while back when we used to share a room.
I stumbled out from the bed, taking my time to select clothes for the day before wandering out from my bedroom to the bathroom just across the hall. My gaze rested on the reflection of the mirror as I walked in, a small chuckle escaping at my ragged appearance. At least I had an excuse - it was Saturday. Today I would be driving out to New York to spend a few months with my aunt and uncle so I slept in a few hours to prepare for the long drive.
A shiver ran down my spine as I stripped off my Pajama pants and shirt before stepping into the walk-in shower. My finger traced over the glass door before I closed it. It had been three years since the last time I had been in a curtained shower. I had my reasons for this odd behavior. Only one person knew them.
Eventually I was clean and trudging down the stairs, a hoodie adorning my torso and a pair of jeans hanging off my waist. The house was quiet. It was the weekend so mom was out grocery shopping and Mary was with her friends. I padded across the family room, wiggling my toes into the plush carpet. The silence was a bit unnerving but I did my best to ignore it, softly humming a tune as I helped myself to a bowl of cereal.
I was excited; there was no getting around that. The last time I had seen the Campbells was two years ago when my sister and I were moving back in with our mother and had to say goodbye. I had sniffed back tears when I bid farewell to my aunt and uncle but broke down when I had to say goodbye to Matt. We had grown so close over those years and it was heart breaking to know that he couldn't be there for me forever. This would be the first time I'd be seeing him since his cancer went into remission.
'I wonder what he looks like now. Not so skinny I guess.' I mused while scribbling down a note for mom. I placed my dishes into the sink before an abrupt and loud bang caught my attention. I yelped loudly and spun around, eyes darting around for the source of the noise. My pulse raced and my breath hitched in my throat. I found myself unable to move. Fear gripped my limbs and too many horrid memories rushed behind my eyes.
'This can't be happening. Not again.' My cell phone began to ring and I lost it, falling to the ground and pulling my hands over my head, a sob escaping my lips. I stayed in this position for a while, minutes or hours I couldn't tell. My cell phone rang once more and I pulled it out from my jeans pocket, my breathing slowly coming under control. The therapist had warned me about this, reliving the moments of the days in that house. I had no idea it would lead to such a frantic panic attack.
2 New txt msgs.
I managed to hoist myself back onto my feet before opening the first message, feeling slightly silly about my overreaction now that my brain had a grasp on reality.
From - Unknown
One bright day in the middle of the night.
Two dead boys got up to fight.
My thumb moved inhumanly fast over to the second message, my calm completely destroyed.
From – Unknown
Back to back they faced each other.
They drew their swords and shot one another
My phone rang with a third message and I selected it instantly, even though I already had a pretty good idea of what was written.
From – Unknown
A deaf policeman heard the noise.
So he came and killed those two dead boys.
A second bang from the kitchen doorway caught my attention and I looked up, a gasp escaping my lips as I took in the sight before me.
He stood on shaky limbs, a bloody hand limply grasping the phone he had used to text me with. His light brown eyes were haunting, dark circles beneath them from many sleepless nights. His entire presence radiated fear and I felt myself backing away until my back hit the counter. My world spun around me. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, the only thing I could manage was to pant out a single word. A solitary question that with every fiber of my being, desperately prayed wasn't true.
"Matt?"