C H A P T E R - 1

My name is Sara Corinth, I'm 18 years old, and the time of my death was 1:30 am . I died because of a car accident near our home. There was boy, walked at the side of the road because he had a fight with someone.. I didn't know who, but there was too much tension and he just walked away, on the other side of the street there was a driver who was too drunk for not noticing a boy is crossing, it was too late for him to honk and warn the boy to run. As the boy looked at the headlight of the car, he felt something that thrown him aside, then everything went dark. And then I heard a scream.

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"NO!"

I woke up, opened the night lamp, and tried to catch my breath. Tears fell from my cheeks "why does it feel that everything happened in the dream was real... in fact it felt so.. real.."

I've been having this dream "episodes" for as long as I can remember.

It started when I was 14, I remembered that I was outside the porch, then it was night & then everything went pitch black. then suddenly I heard a scream.

That time Aunt Libby was the one who was taking care of me, because a week before my birthday, my parents was at a business trip at Chicago and on their way back here in Canada, the plane that they took had a gas leakage, causing it to crash-land, and then the plane exploded. I was so devastated.. I never got to say goodbye, even before they left me alone at home.

Aunt Libby took me to Mrs. Maccabee, a guidance counselor, to tell her everything that I can remember at my dream, and all that she said was "It was just a dream honey, it will never become real". They conclude that it was just a suppressed emotion because of the death of my parents, I really don't believe that honestly.

But this year, I just saw a boy died, somehow he seemed so familiar. Yet I cannot see who he was, and somehow tonight, the end of my dream was looking up at him, hearing him cry. I grabbed my sketchbook and drew everything that I could remember from my dream then someone opened the door and came in, I quickly hid the sketchbook under my pillow

"Sara ! Is everything alright sweetie?" while she hugged me and patted my back

"I'm fine Aunt Libby, don't worry"

"Did you have that dream again?"

"It's nothing.. I-I just watched a horror movie before I slept"

She looked at me as if she's not buying it "Are you sure?"

damn it, come on just go please.. "yeah I'm fine okay.. please, just.. go to sleep."

then she walked through the door and before closing it she said "honey, you can tell me anything. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I am okay. Goodnight Aunt Libby"

"okay then, Goodnight Sara" then she closed the door

whew...

"I should probably go to sleep..."

I turned off the lampshade beside my bed, tucked in my blanket... I closed my eyes and prayed..

"Please God, I don't want it to be real...please.."

And I finally went to sleep.