Prologue
Thunder crashed outside, making it seem that the storm would never end. Even though it was the middle of the night and in the midst of the worst thunder storm of the year, I didn't even notice the storm. I was in bed, struggling in my sleep with beads of sweat rolling down my face. The dream that had been haunting me for the past month was playing like a terrible reoccurring episode of the show called ''My Past''.
In the dream, I was at my old home in a town whose name I'd forgotten ages ago. The old house was almost soothing to me at first then I'd feel the heat from a hidden danger and feel it beginning to burn me again. I'd try to yell for my mom and dad who'd died in that fire. Wish for my older brother's strong embrace telling me it was only a terrible dream, praying that it would all end soon. And in the very end, I'd wake up knowing the only thing that would come true out of all of it was that it had ended, except not how a dream should have.
My parents had both died in the fire and my brother later hung himself in shame for not even being there to help me. I was the only survivor, with only minor burns on my arms and legs and one that would scar me for life on my back in the shape of a large aster flower.
Whenever I had this dream, that same scar would hurt like it had when the flaming plank of wood had landed on top of me while I was trying to get out. I'd been in the hospital for almost a month afterwards, and when I was released, I packed the rest of my things and left my town. Even if I had decided to go back, I had no home to go back to.
Right when a loud boom of thunder reverberated through the air, I sat bolt upright in my bed and looked around the room, as if to make sure that the fire wasn't real. Usually, it would be that I'd just sigh and go back to sleep. This time, I knew something was different.
A pain shot through my back, making me grimace and reach one arm over my shoulder to touch it. For some reason, the scar felt like it was burning.
''What the hell? What's going on?'' I muttered, noticing the searing pain as I grazed my fingers over it. It did hurt, that wasn't odd. The thing that was odd was that it seemed to be reaction to my dream for once.
I glanced up just in time to see a large flash of lightning stem out from the dark clouds that loomed heavily over the whole city.