First Dream

It all started 5 years ago, I was still 15 and was a student, in a city in India, by the name of Himalayan City. I just had come to terms with the fact that I am able to see question and answer that would appear in the exam and as such I didn't care if I was able to see a glimpse of future, to me it was simply a coincidence that I am able to see the question paper which is happening for a long time.

Well, because I am able to see the question paper, soon that took out the fun out of my studies. I usually look forward to learning a new thing but when I am able to see the question paper it began to make me a bit lax in my studies, especially when one of your friends just up and front told you, "You don't even need to gaze at a book, even during a surprise test." It was said as a joke, a fun manner among us friends but it was still said and it somehow showed me how unfair it was to my friends, especially those who put efforts in their studies. So I decided to not answer some of the questions or sometimes, if I am in the mood write songs or jokes related to the questions, the later got me few extra credits because it was related to the question, but I tried my best to become an average student. By no means I am a bad student, even after having fun I was able to still be one of the top students somehow, but I tried my best to be average, not fail but average. And it came to bite me in the ass.

I mean it is not my fault that eighty percent, i.e. eight and a zero, of students in my class, depends on me and two of my friends during examination and tests. How the hell would I've known that me, not answering my questions would lead to everyone in my row, except for me of course, to fail exam. Hell out of forty students in my class, only five passed, you can guess who were the three out of the five that passed, I get it that it was a maths test and our original teacher was in accident and we didn't had a substitute because he was chased out by the other section but still you could've atleast written the questions as it is so that you will atleast get passing marks. That thing aside, the five that passed while we passed we had quite a bad score. And during the Parents teacher conference my parents were called personally by the Vice-Principal of our school.

"While Ezra has passed the mid term." The Vice-Principal stated. "His grades have shocked us to a great degree." She brought forth a file which contained my grades. "Before the mid terms, in several tests, while his performance was outstanding in those, his current performance is very poor, we did not expect it, especially from him."

"Well, it might because he didn't studied enough?" My mother, Karen Rommel, awkwardly asks? as my father, Ethan Rommel glanced at me in confusion.

"I would've agreed with you on it." The in charge of my class, Pooja Sethi, spoke up. "His paper was the first one I checked, imagine my surprise when instead of finding answers, I found some of the questions blank, while the others are filled with proper answers. Its like he filled it that way on purpose." On a brief note she is also the detective of our school with a sidekick from our class, if something is wrong or did someone did something wrong or if something is missing she is the first one on the case. "If you ask him even now he would answer the question properly and it's not even this subject only, he did this with other subject too, as if it was done on purpose." At this my father took hold of the exam papers that she handed over to my parents.

"While I could understand about Maths." My father started. "As its grade is overall bad with the whole class no matter the section, I will talk to him about him about this." He reassured the teachers as we left the school together for home, after getting my brother, Elijah Rommel. The atmosphere in the car was not tense per se but it was still enough to unnerve my little brother a bit.

"So....." My brother started. "What happened?"

"Your brother decided to leave some of the questions unanswered." My father said in a nonchalant way. "And now his teacher thinks that something is wrong with him."

"Well something is clearly wrong with him." My brother joked but instead got a glare in return.

"I, on the other hand only want to know one thing." My mother said as she turned to look back at us. "Is it because of those dreams." Yes, my family were one of the first to know about my dreams, as I, once in my childish glee told them a bit about it and they told me not to shout it out to the world. "If its because of the dreams, I could understand a bit if your reasoning but still your father would like an explanation." She nodded towards my father. "If not then I would like to know your reasoning behind that." My mother looked at me expectantly waiting for an explanation. After feeling the looks I was getting, I broke down.

"Its because of the dreams." I said to them. "Why are your dreams affecting your grades, I thought they showed you the question paper and question in advance." Father said in a manner of fact. "I would've killed to have those dreams while I was in school." "Even if it's that, i am not able to remember the whole dream, dad." I drawled out. "I only remember snippets and till something happens that reminds me of it, that dream is just a dream." I said as I then turned my neck inside the car to look behind on the highway, and to my surprise a blck sedan was driving right behind us, but it was not the car that surprised me but the driver of the car, it looked as if the driver while in the beginning a black haired man twisted his neck as his face suddenly changed into that of something with hair, it happened only for a fleeting moment, but it left a a feeling of foreboding in my mind.

"Something's not right." I quietly muttered under my breath. I don't know if my father heard it or not but he spoke the same thing afterwards when we stopped at an intersection. "Something's not right." My father spoke,even my mother and brother turned to look around with a frown.

"Since when the highway began to feel so creepy." My brother, Elijah said. I turned to look around while there were people around including various vehicles, but a feeling of dread was spreading among the four of us. "I don't kno---woaaahhhhhh....ahhhhhh." my sentence was cut of when the car that was behind us rammed into our car and a bike in front of us was struck too, which made us jerk in our seats. We were pushed by the ramming car for a bit before we came to halt. After the shock of the hit was over us, mom and dad quickly turned to look over us. "Are both of you ok?" Mom asks us in a franatic voice.

"I am Okay." I said loudly and turned to look over my brother. "How about you little bro?" I looked at him as he was bleeding a bit from his head. "I am okay too." My brother said. "Just hit my head a bit too hard."

"Let me just get that so of a bit....." Father was removing the seatbelts when my mother interjected.

"Honey!" My mother said in a stern voice. "The kids are listening." She said as she too started to undo the restraint.

"But you are right, we need have a tal...Look Out!!!!" She shouted and we turned in to look in that direction as my eyes widened as we a saw large trailer that rammed into us from the side our car because of the hit rolled over as I began to black out.

I opened my eyes again to look around, to see that I along with my brother were out of the car and people were running around. Ahead of me were my parents laying down head first, beside me was brother and a group of men stood over us with weapons, including guns when another man came from behind them with a sword in hand, I was unable to see his face but only the black shoes that he was wearing, while muttering something. I was unable to hear everything but I did hear the last words that he spoke.

"He cannot succeed." The man said as he raised the sword. "If even one of you stays alive." With that he swung down the blade, piercing right through my chest, to my heart, the blood began to come from my mouth as my vision darkened. "May you find peace in death." The man said as I breath my final breath.

And I suddenly jerked awake with heavy breaths and sweat pouring down my face.

*pant* *pant* *pant*

"What was that?" I murmured.

And this was the very first dream that marked the beginning of change in my life.