Prologue

The pain was excruciating.

The agonizing screams from before subsided, and now she simply lay still, in the dirt, barely breathing. She had trusted him. A huge mistake, she realized now. Months ago, he was simply a stranger. Now, he was her murderer.

Her eyes fluttered closed. The darkness took her.

Rachel awoke with a start. A scream was still caught in her throat and her breathing was ragged. What an awful dream, she thought. Calming herself, she glanced at the clock. 5:45 am. Thinking she might as well get up, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and started toward the bathroom.

It had been happening since her eighteenth birthday a month ago. The visions seemed to haunt her everywhere now; her dreams, her nightmares, her thoughts, her every move. It was as if someone was trying to tell her something. Rachel had told herself more than once that they were just nightmares, but she still wasn't entirely convinced. She'd had nightmares before, and none were that gruesome, that real. There had to be something more about it.

But she chose to ignore it, at least for the school day. Focus on glee, she thought as she climbed into her car an hour later.

Still, something seemed wrong.