Hey guys!

I know I'm still writing "You are my Heart of the Ocean" but I just couldn't resist. This idea has been bugging me ever since I read an article about a girl that lost her mom and that because of that trauma she began to dream about the life of a boy who was alive in the 1800s. He was a ghost. I found it interesting and then I let my imagination write away and here it is... Besides, last year during school I read Ruined by Paula Morris and Dark Souls by Pam Munoz Ryan and let me tell you they are amazing and I'm guessing they inspired this story.

If you like all that Twilight and vampire chiz then maybe you won't really like this story. This more of a ghost/romance story if know what I'm saying. There might be references to that but it won't center on it...

I really hope you like it. Please review at the end after you read. No mean and hurtful comments, please. CONSTRUCTIVE Criticism allowed :) thx for following these simples requests. -heart-

Note: Italics - Dreams and thoughts

"Everything happens for a reason. People will push you around and take advantage of you so you eventually give up on everyone and trust nobody but yourself. Life isn't easy, but we all know that. These struggles that most of us all face is common throughout the world and we all got to learn that this only makes an individual stronger in the heart and mind. We have to accept that those nights of feeling lonely and stressed are nothing but ways to help push you into becoming a much better person. And that's what bids us a happy and wonderful life in the long run."

-unknown

Chapter 1: Landscape of Hurtful Dreams

Judging by the brown leaved trees and crisp breeze that swirled around, it might be the middle of October. The scene was breath taking for the sun was just barely setting. It was as if the colors and intensity of the light is just enough to calm you. The trees are moving swiftly, making a bunch of leaves fall on the dry yellow grass. There was a brick-red and purple mansion on the center of this beauty, which by the looks of it, was made out of wood. Hand-carved wood maybe. The detail, even if I was far, was amazing. There was an angel at the top of the house. It looks like Cupid, who knows.

Anyway there were two people, a girl and a boy, sneaking around the mansion. They stopped under a window that was lit and strict-looking woman appeared in it. She seemed to be looking for someone. Them, I knew instantly. She gave up looking through the window and continued inside the house.

The boy gave an all clear sign and they ran to the trees. They looked young, maybe sixteen. They wore clothes maybe from the 1800's. The girl had her hair up in a fancy bun, the type you see on brides. Her Cinderella-style dress was a nice lavender color with white lace on top and was long sleeved. Her shoes, barely visible, were pearly white. The boy had a normal white shirt and a black vest over it. Over that he had a long coat that has a tail. He wore long trousers and brown leather boots. He also wore a hat that covered his hair. His sideburns were visible.

They held to each other's hands as they ran. They began to slow down as they reached a beautiful oasis. There was a river snaking around a blanket that had a bottle of champagne and two glasses. All this was covered by an overhead made of flowers and roses of different colors. Your typical princess-y setting.

When they stopped, the girl gasped. "Oh dear me, this is beautiful, my love."

"Glad you like it." He said, kissing her cheek. She smiled warmly at him. The scene was so sweet. You could see they are in love.

Then the girl's expression became serious. "Are you sure we should do this?"

He let go her hands and caressed her cheek. She nestled at his touch. "I'm sure. He needs to come to this world the right way."

As he finished his sentence, he put his free hand on her stomach. She had a small bump on her stomach. She was pregnant…

"I know…" she said quietly.

He smiled at her, bent down and grabbed the glasses with the champagne. He poured a bit less on one glass than the other and handed it her. "I don't think you should drink a lot."

"Thank you." She held on to the stem of the glass. He filled his glass.

"Let's begin." He told her and they headed to the blanket and sat down. The girl put her hand on her bump and with the other held on to the glass. The boy did the same and put his hand on her bump.

He took a deep breath, "Sally, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. And even if everyone disagrees with our relationship, I will never leave your side. No one can get in the way of our love. Specially now since we will have a child soon. You have made me the happiest man in the world. I will never let anything hurt you. Or our son. She can't separate us. No matter what our parents say. I love you."

Sally's beautiful kaleidoscope eyes were filling up with tears. Happy ones though.

She began, "Oh, Poseidon…" Did she say Poseidon? The sea god?

"You don't know how blessed I feel to have you with me. I have always felt alone in this world after my family died in that fire. And when I met you, my world didn't feel so alone. And once I fell in love with you, I just felt complete. Now that we will have this child…" she put her had on his and moved it across her bump, "It's perfect."

He held up his glass, "To our love."

She followed his example, "To our love."

They clunked their glasses and each took a sip, never taking their eyes off each other. Their eyes are beautiful. Poseidon's eyes are a beautiful sea green, like the ocean and Sally's are multicolored. You can't tell the color they are.

The scene is so sweet. A young couple in love, both with a hand on their unborn child, making a toast for their love, getting married to each other secretly, trying to make things right, ignoring others. The river nearby is so calming and the breeze swirling through. But as all pretty things are, it ends.

They hear loud roars of man and a horse neighing. "Sally!"

"It's Paul!" says Sally. They quickly kiss each other and run away. Minutes later, the guy yelling, Paul, finds the oasis and the glasses of champagne scattered on the floor. He picks up a small scarf-like cloth that must've been Sally's and holds it to his cheek.

"Where did you go this time?" he says frustrated. clutching on the cloth.

I woke up with frustration, maybe from the dream. The feeling Paul must've felt. Then my ears came to their senses because my alarm clock was ringing like crazy. I lazily hit the snooze and threw the covers of my head.

I don't want to get up! I thought.

But I have to. Tomorrow I get out of school. Just two more days and I don't want to ruin my perfect attendance record. Specially, since I want to get into Harvard. Its bad enough I'm going to the only school in this school and it's not in the "Best Schools" list. I live in the outskirts of the Capitol of the Earth, New York. Where I live is in the on the border of the big city and the countryside of New York. And that brings me to reality because it reminds that if my high school is the only one in town, I need hurry up and dress for the long walk.

So I got up. I quickly got my clothes for the day and headed to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and got out quickly. I towel dried my hair and let it be. I put on my undergarments and rolled on my jeans. Since it was getting hot, I put on a light pink floral top. I headed outside my bathroom and sat on my bed, dried my feet, and put on my black Converse.

"Annabeth, breakfast! Hurry so you can eat and get to school on time." yelled my stepmother, Diana. After my mother died when I was five, Pops needed someone. He met Diana and they married. She has turned out to be an amazing woman and as much as I love her, I will never see her as a mother. More as a close friend.

I grabbed my Jansport backpack and headed downstairs. I went into the kitchen and Diana had already set a plate of eggs, bacon, and homemade waffles on the table. I greeted her and dug in. It was good, if I do say so myself. I've been lucky, because according to Pops, Mom couldn't cook. She couldn't even boil water.

"Are you ready for summer?" Diana asked.

"Yeah. Pops said that he is going to get a promotion and we might all fly out to Europe for two weeks because he needs to check out some new architectural projects in process. I'm looking forward to it. I have always wanted to visit Greece and Rome." I told her, eagerly.

She nodded and kissed my forehead. "Hurry now."

She rubbed her stomach as she walked to the stove. Then something weird happened. She was stirring a pot when she put a hand over her mouth and dashed out of the kitchen. I heard a door close loudly and then she started puking. I quickly stood up and ran to the bathroom. I opened the door and saw that she was on her knees, her face in the toilet. I fell next to her and hugged her from the back while drawing circles on her back. When she stopped she put her head on my shoulder. I handed her a Kleenex and she wiped her mouth. She was drained out of energy so I helped her up. Once she stood on her own she flushed the toilet and washed her mouth.

She turned to me and said, "I'm sorry, Bambi."

We had this thing between us. When she first came to the house for dinner, I was watching Bambi because I always wondered how come the characters could talk so formally. Besides I loved the owl.

"No problem, Smoochie. Did you eat something bad?" I asked her. I called her Smoochie because once I saw her and Pops kissing on our door step. Disturbing at the moment but I let it slide as I grew up. I was Pops' girl, give me a break!

"Well not lately but remember when we went to Allison's for dinner the other night?" she asked me and I nodded. Allison was our neighbor and her son, Jacob, had graduated college and to celebrate they invited everyone over for dinner. Everyone in town thought Jacob and I were going to marry someday but their hopes died when he presented his girlfriend that night and proposed. I thought it was hilarious when they looked at me for some response. All I did was congratulate him and his girlfriend on their graduation and proposal and threw a playful joke.

"Well, I have been feeling weird since then but maybe now since I got it out of my body, I'll feel better." She said. She was looking at me but I had my doubts. But I should let it slide mostly because last time I contradicted her she got upset because she was a nurse and she would know if something as up.

Diana got out of the bathroom and wobbled to hers and Pop's bedroom. She laid down on the bed, took a deep a breath, and shut her eyes for a moment. She seemed to be going through a qualm.

Then it dawned on me. The last few days she has been getting emotional. Just yesterday, Pops found her in the dining room crying. He asked her what was the matter and she told him that there wasn't any chocolate bars in the cupboard where she kept some for "emergencies". Also lately she has been craving silly things like bacon and pickle ice cream —if there is such thing—, raw sausages, and pineapples. With all that I was starting to become suspicious but decided to not say anything. Should I now?

"Um, Smoochie? When was the last time you did that with Pops?" I asked quietly.

She looked at me like I was crazy but then she responded. "A few days ago…"

"How many days…?" This was really uncomfortable.

"I… I don't know. Maybe 10 days." She said in a high pitched voice.

Uh oh! Because of my biology class in school, I knew that woman could be pregnant after six-twelve days after that. According to Diana, they did that in that range of days… She is pregnant!

She seemed to see my gears working and said quickly, "Oh no Annabeth! You are not thinking that I'm…" she held on to her stomach.

I nodded mischievously. "That is exactly what I am thinking, Smoochie, but just to make sure I'm going to get a test after school to find out."

"I can't let you do that, Bambi." She said to me, grabbing my hand.

"Don't worry. Pops will be home until six for dinner and I get home from school at four. If you are not, then Pops won't be suspicious about a thing. Don't worry." I assured her.

"No its not that. This might be a big town in size bit it is a small town, population-wise, and everyone will think you're the one pregnant and they'll talk. I don't want you to get a reputation because of me."

I shook my head and headed to the door, walking backwards. "Don't worry."

Once I reached the door I dashed downstairs, grabbed my backpack, and ran out the door. As I ran I heard Diana yell my name. I just laughed. When I stopped, I started on the normal trail to school. This trail always gives me time to think about things. Today, like most days, my mind is set on figuring out the weird dreams I always get. Ever since I lost my mom I have been having dreams about a boy with sea green eyes and black hair. I could never get his name which frustrated me because I know a lot of him but I don't know his name. Every time his name is mentioned, its cut out like in the TV when a celebrity says a curse.

Anyways, the dreams are always glimpses of his life. Not how he died but all the things he has been through.

But this dream was different. It showed me his —I'm guessing— life before it started. His parents getting married with no one around and making a toast to their love and a life together. Why would he show me that? With seeing so many miserable things that happened in his life, I started to doubt if he lived anything happy. He didn't grow up with his parents. He was abused and hit by a guy, maybe his uncle. He was raised by a mean lady that said to him nasty things. When he was a bit older he was sent to orphanage and adopted by a couple that were just plain evil. They made him take off his clothes and walk around the neighborhood naked for "amusement."

Luckily he escaped and found a friend. Grover. The guy was a bit older than him but he took care of him. Grover became his best friend and family. They traveled a lot and they had fun. Apparently, Grover was the best that ever happened to him. Then he met a girl and fell in love with her. Her name was Calypso. They were going to get married but she was kidnapped and killed. Thing is she was pregnant and he didn't know. The kidnappers sent him a note telling him she was killed and so was their child.

The most disturbing thing I have seen is a lady that was the only person that ever took care and loved him. She used to tell him stories at night, cook his favorite food, teach him to read and write, show him manners, and all that nice stuff. The thing is that I know her.

That woman is my grandaunt, Auntie Claudia. Ever since I realized this, the boy hasn't shown me any more dreams related to her. It stinks because I am starting to doubt if the woman is really Auntie Claudia.

His indifference in that matter tells me that I'm right. that maybe it is her.

My train of thoughts was interrupted by a car with loud music that was approaching me. The bright light of the car blinded me for a moment but when I noticed that they started to open the door, my adrenaline took over me and I ran. I ran and ran and ran as fast as I could. I didn't stop at all. I didn't know where but I just ran. After centuries of running I stopped, trying to catch my breath. When I recuperated, I looked around to see where I was. I was in the forest nearby town. Although how deep in the forest I was, I have no idea.

Great! I'll be late for school…

I was surrounded by trees, obviously, and seeing how tired I was, I sat down and leaned on one. I took off my backpack and searched for a water bottle. I found one at the bottom and uncapped it, thirstily. After a huge gulp of water my eyes set on the distance. There was an opening at the end of the sea of trees. There was a house. A mansion actually. A beautiful one. It was brick red and purple.

Abandoned… I thought as I got up.

I put on my backpack and started back. I'm late for school. There goes college. I thought negatively.

I turned around and faced the way I came but strangely I didn't move. My feet seemed glued to the dry ground. I sighed in frustration. I put my hands on my hips. Then a chilly breeze whirled around me.

"Weird… I thought we were in June." I said to myself.

"Come here…" someone told me. I quickly turned around and saw no one there. Strangely, I felt something in the border of my chest and stomach. Like if some hooked a rope on to me and was pulling me ahead.

The tugging feeling was pulling toward the mansion. The breeze was turning into a wind and the green leaves that were on the trees fell around me, turning crisp brown as they flew. The lighting of the day seemed to turn into another color as if this was a picture and someone was editing it, making it different tones. It turned sepia then black and white and back and forth as I was being pulled by this 'force'. When the 'force' and the ever changing lighting stopped, I was in front and beholding the mansion.

The ferocious wind pushed me up the steps to the front door and when it stopped I fell on doormat, my knee scraping on the worn out wooden floor. "Ow!" I quickly sat on my rear and clutched my knee. I lifted my hand and saw I had a good sized scrape on my knee. I groaned.

"What is going on!" I asked irritably. I opened my backpack and found my Kleenex pack and took one out. I cleaned my wound and threw the Kleenex over my head.

As I was getting up, the door opened with a creepy creaking sound. I gasped but not from the door opening by itself but by who was there in front of me.

It was a boy with beautiful sea green eyes and jet black hair. It was the boy from my dreams…

Well I hoped you liked it. Review please! They would be nice...

~BeautiWind -heart-

PS - Note to those "You are my Heart of the Ocean" fans: I'm still writing that story. I'm not stopping yet so don't worry. I just couldn't resist writing this... :)

And I still don't know about "Lifeline". I'm thinking of deleting it or giving it to another author in a contest so they could continue... I don't what to do! I'm not feeling it...