Chapter 6

I swung my feet off the bed sitting up. My mind raced through the dream over and over. Each time I got to the part where I saw my family dead, a single tear streamed down my cheek. Why? Why would I dream such a horrible thing.

I walked out of my room, determined to forget all about the dream. As I passed my parents room I stopped abruptly and looked inside quietly.

They're not there…

I ran to Aiden's room and pushed the door open.

Exactly the same as before he left.

My face had pure astonishment on it. Why wouldn't my parents be home by now? I went to the phone to check the voice mails. Maybe they had left one saying they were coming home later than they thought.

I listened to the robotic voice saying that the phone had been disconnected.

Disconnected?

Well it's too late now. You'll be next.

The phone fell out of my hand. I picked it up with shaking hands. Where was this voice coming from. It sounded like mine, but every time I heard it, it wasn't what I was thinking. I quickly dialed a number that first came to my mind, I needed to be distracted, I didn't care who it was.

A tired voice answered, " Hello?"

"Collin?" I had a feeling it would be his number.

"Jess? It's 9 in the morning. What's up?" I could hear his bed creaking as he sat up. I looked at the clock, I didn't know it was 9 am.

"My par-" I stopped abruptly. Did I really want Collin to know about my parents? He did over react a lot. "I woke up early I guess. But I was wondering do you want to go to the mansion today?"

"Now?" he groaned.

" Look if you don't want to come, then just-"

"No, no, it's fine. Meet you there in 20 minutes." I heard the phone click and hung up. I put on my favorite pair of shorts with a t-shirt that had no figure to it. I sighed as I looked in the mirror. I have a flat chest anyways and I wasn't really tall for a girl who's 17.

Almost 18, I thought wearily. Thursday, only 3 more days. Mom and Dad will surely be home by then. I Grabbed sunglasses and hurried out the door.

It wasn't a long walk to the mansion. And the mansion really wasn't a mansion. It was a wide open field where me and Collin used to play as kids. We would pretend it wasn't just a field but a mansion only visible to our eyes. And quickly, it became the mansion. I looked up, it was a clear day with no clouds. The sun beat down on my back. Not too hot, but enough to feel that warm sensation.

I looked back at my house, that was now just visible. The cream outside made me want to run home and the Welcome Home sign made my heart ache for my family again.

They have to come back. They're my only family.

It never bothered me that I didn't know anyone else in my family. It didn't even phase me when there was no cousins to play with at family parties or that there wasn't even family parties. When ever Aiden and I asked to see my cousins, grandparents, or uncles and aunts my parents had the same response every time.

We'll talk about it when you're older. They also shared the same, scared expression. Sometimes I even heard my mother crying and talking about how she just wants to have a normal life. The first time I heard her say this was when I was 4 I told her we did have a normal life. Which made her cry even more.

I walked towards the trees that separated two houses. This was the way to the mansion. Twigs crunched under my feet and braches grabbed at my hair. The leafy canopy above me made me feel relaxed.

My thoughts immediately vanished when I saw Collin jogging towards me. My eyes went from him to the field behind him. God, I loved this field. It was nothing but an open area behind some trees. No one really came here because there were no baseball marks to play or football, soccer, or softball. Just a field.

"Collin!"

"What's with the time Jess? You know I don't get up until at least 11."

" I couldn't sleep and I felt like coming here," I explained. He came to a stop as he got to me. His cheeks were flushed red and his golden hair looked like it hadn't been comb. Either way he looked great. I stared into his copper eyes wanting so badly to be with him.

The moment was interrupted when I clutched my stomach, doubling over. I groaned. It was like a someone had stuck multiple knives through me. My forehead became wet with sweat and I couldn't see straight.

"Jess? What's wrong?" Collin asked franticly. I fell to the ground ready to puke any second. Pictures flashed before my eyes. A open field. With … with … Cicatrice? The devil from my dream. The last image to be played was cold black eyes. I gasped in pain. As the pictures faded away, so did the pain as quickly as it started. "Jess! Answer me!" Collin went down on his knees shaking me.

"I'm ok," I managed to gasp out. The Pain left me with a headache and my sight began to fade in and out. Once again I mumbled, "I'm ok," Before everything went black.

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I fade in and out of consciousness. Enough in to realize we weren't at the field anymore but at Collin's house. He put a wet wash cloth on me daily, not like that did anything. Each breath in was like a stab to the chest, so when everything went black again, I was glad.

My eyes opened slightly for the 3rd time. I could faintly hear Collin's voice from the kitchen. He was talking frantically on the phone to someone. "She's changing fast. She'll be fully changed by next week and then we'll have to explain." A pause. "Yes I know but what else can we do, Dad?" He was talking to his dad. About what?

You of course, explained the voice. I was getting used to it so now it didn't scare me.

Go away, I argued.

As you wish.

I went back to listening to Collin. "I know her parents don't want her to know." Another pause. "I'll talk to them when they get home, she's changing quickly."

Changing? I'm not changing…

A wave of pain washed over me and I squeezed my eyes shut, praying for darkness to come again.