THIS IS AN UPDATE OF THE OLD STORY FOR THOSE THAT HAVE READ BEFORE. I THOUGHT I COULD MAKE IT A LITTLE MORE INTERESTING. PLEASE REVIEW.
Everything was gone, the town I had lived in my entire life, burnt to the ground before my eyes. I remember seeing the shards of stained glass at my feet and scattered around the ashes and skeleton of the church. I asked myself over and over, how this could happen and why did this happen. Then, I looked to where my house used to be and like the church it was nothing but a skeleton and ash. I began walking around the debris looking at everyone who lived in this town, all now dead. Family, friends, and neighbors, all were lying in pools of their own blood. The blood like paint splattered across a green and grey canvas haunted my vision. I fall to my knees my hands catching me as tears stream down my face. All of a sudden I hear a deep voice rich with a southern accent say, "I found you."
As I described the same reoccurring dream to my therapist, she looked at me through her glasses. I knew what she was going to say. She had said it to me several times before to the point that I could recite what she was going to say, "Miss Dahill, I know these dreams are scary and it's a part of what happened in your past, but." She paused sighing, I know she was getting tired of telling me the same thing every week for the past year and a half. "The man in your dream is a figment of your imagination. The police have examined all the evidence at your request many times, the fire was an accident."
As much as I wanted to argue with her about someone setting the fire and it not being an accident, I kept my mouth shut. I refused to be put back in the hospital, especially after the last time. It's a time I would like to forget. Even if it was her job to give me advice to help me live with my problems, I was in no way comforted by her telling me that the man in my dream was an imagination. She told me to live each day as I would normally, but what was normal about my life? I was the only survivor of a town that was burnt to the ground and I lived with the guilt every day knowing it was somehow my fault that they were all dead.
"Okay, maybe I am over reacting," I lied. After my most recent hospitalization and a visit from my aunt I figured that lying was the best way to stay out of there. The hospital was even scarier than my nightmares.
My therapist looked at the clock and our time was up. I picked up my purse and thanked her for today. As I headed out the door I dreaded going back to the hell hole I got to escape from for an hour every week. School.
About three months after my parents died, my aunt being my only living relative took me in and then sent me off to a fancy boarding school, probably because she didn't want to take me in in the first place. Especially since she had no contact with us. I mean who would want me, a troubled teenager that had just lost her parents in a tragic accident?
On the way back to school my mind went back to that night. Even though the man in my dream wasn't actually there when I got home from visiting a friend in the next town over, I know he was the one who did it. Why else would I keep dreaming about him? Recently the dreams had been getting worse. What used to be once a week was now every night and I felt as if I was losing my mind and sleep over them. Something was going to happen and I didn't know what.
Coming back to reality I realized I was lost, I had made a wrong turn somewhere. The only places I knew around this city were around the school and the therapist's. I was in what seemed like a very shady part of town. Driving around looking for a familiar street my car dies all of a sudden. I'm able to pull over on the side of the road and stop. I pull my phone out of my pocket and to my dismay, no signal. Just my luck.
I get out of the car and walk down the road to hopefully get a signal, but no such luck. "Dammit!" I yell. All of a sudden a chill runs down my back and I turn around to head back to my car when I bump into someone. "Sorry," I apologize looking up at who I bumped into.
He was tall, really tall with a muscular build. His curly black hair, almost black eyes, and dark eyes made him very intimidating. He was wearing black dress pants and a white shirt. Not something I would expect from this side of town.
"You're forgiven," he said.
The second I heard his voice I was petrified, I knew that voice so well from my dreams. I wanted to back away and to scream but I felt as if I was in a trance and he held my chains.
"So you do recognize my voice," he said in a mocking voice. His southern accent was thick just like in the dreams. "How did you like the dreams I gave you?"
"You gave me those dreams?" I managed to choke out.
He laughed at my meek gesture. He reached his hand out and placed it on my shoulder and I flinched away and he laughed again. "Sweetie, you're no used to me dead," he said grabbing my left arm, "unlike those miserable people in that little town you called home."
Talk about me as someone who was little and had no power, but my family. I saw red, "Shut up!" I took my free hand and made a fist throwing it at him.
He caught it of course and just laughed in my face. "You sure are interesting, too bad you didn't grow up with your powers though, you could have been free by now."
"Powers?" I questioned. "I have no powers."
"You will eventually," he said grabbing my other arm.
With a bright flash of light everything I knew, the world I lived in and what I thought I knew vanished. Arriving someone unknown and that weird sensation I got made me sick and I threw up. I sat down on the ground of wherever I was and put my head between my legs. The man forced me to stand, but I got instantly lightheaded, I lost my balance and fell. Last thing I remember before losing consciousness was looking at the red sky above me. Then everything went dark.