A/N: I apologize if this is at all morbid to anyone; I’m trying out something new. I have never written something like this before, so please, read and review. Let me know what you think. This is just the first chapter; there will be more to come.

She pulled the trigger. She couldn’t help it. It was instinct and it was for her life. The man fell to the ground quickly as small incomprehensible words escaped his lips. Keely looked at the man on the ground. His beautiful blue eyes were still staring at her, pleading in silence for the life of their master. What have I done? She asked herself as the man breathed in heavily, holding the wound in his stomach. She ran to him, gun still in hand, and kneeled to his almost lifeless body. “Alexander,” she said to him softly. “I’m so sorry.”

“I… love… you…,” he said as his breathing shortened.

Keely watched as the man she grew to love died in her arms……

Keely Johansen woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily and trying to calm herself down. The dreams she had were never wrong, and the one she had was one she never wanted. The man in her dreams was someone she had never encountered, but she soon would. It was destiny, and it was her curse. She didn’t dream every night like most people did; she dreamed occasionally, and when she did, it was of something in her future that was fated to happen.

Keely was alone and she had no friends. She couldn’t. It was impossible, because each time she told someone of the way that she was, they either thought her insane, or wanted to get as far away from her as possible. No one really wanted to be around Keely, except her dying grandmother.

Keely’s grandmother understood the curse that was upon Keely, because she had it once as well. “It will go away,” her grandmother once said. “It went away for your mother once she fell in love with your father.”

“So all I have to do is fall in love?” Keely can remember asking.

“Oh, but it isn’t that easy. You will find out in due time, my dear.”

She didn’t understand how, but she knew it could go away, because if her mother had dreamt still of things to come, she would have known of the fatal accident that would have come to her and her husband.

Keely had seen her grandmother’s death in her dreams. It was silent, and painless, but she had seen her pass away in her bed. It was so hard for Keely to go through life with the dreams that she had. Every person she ever looked at had been in her dreams. Why can’t it all just go away now? She asked herself. I can’t live this way.

“Keely Johansen,” her college professor said as she walked into his office. “So nice to see you again.” So maybe there were a few people who could be around Keely… it wouldn’t last.

“Hello, Mr. Hudson. I’ve come to discuss my term paper with you,” she said as she sat down.

“Of course. Let me have a look over of it.” Keely handed Mr. Hudson the paper.

“I just need a few suggestions on how to end it. I’m having some troubles.”

“Well, of course I could help you with this. It’s rather easy,” he said. They finished their conversation, and Keely was glad that with the things discussed in the office that day about her paper hadn’t scared her professor. Keely’s paper was about her dream ‘disorder’ as she had put it. Psychology was her major at her university, but it was beginning to become a struggle for her.

…”Get off of me!” the woman yelled. “Get away! Don’t touch me!” She stood in an alleyway with a tall man holding her against the brick wall of one of the buildings. “Help!” she screamed just as the man covered her mouth with one hand and held a knife to her neck with the other.

“Come with me now, or I’ll slit your throat,” the man said.

The woman struggled and tried to scream but was muffled by the hand that was over her mouth. She shook her head ‘no’ many times and the man had no hesitation to release his anger and wrath out on her. The knife cut slightly into her skin as she screamed and then the man stopped abruptly, only lacerating the skin slightly. The man grabbed the woman by the hair and pulled her onto the ground; he dragged her further down the alley and threw her onto the cold pavement. He began undoing the zipper of his stained jeans and quickly approached the woman as she tried to get away. She backed herself up, but realized that she was trapped by the wall that had stopped her getaway. “Make any noise, and I’ll kill you,” he said as grabbed her and shoved her face into the concrete and garbage bags from the restaurant that was located in the building the woman was now trapped behind…

Keely screamed as she woke up. How could she have seen this in her dream? She had never seen the woman before in her life, and she couldn’t see who the man was. She got out of bed and went to her kitchen to get something to drink. “Bad dream?’ she heard a voice ask as she jumped in mid-air and screamed.

She turned on a light and saw a handsome man standing in her kitchen, holding a bottle of beer. “Sam,” she said as her eyes squinted while adjusting to the light. “What the hell are you doing here?” she asked. How had he gotten in?

“I wanted to see you, but you don’t have a phone, and I had an extra key to the apartment lying around, so I thought I’d come over,” he said.

“At two o’clock in the god damn morning? What the hell? You don’t just walk into my apartment this early in the morning because you had a key! I thought you were some fucking murderer. I was scared shitless, you bastard. What do you want?” she asked. She didn’t hold back any of her feelings. Why should she? She didn’t have a reason to keep her emotions from people; they would most likely leave her alone soon enough.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“About what?” she asked, aggravation apparent in her voice.

“Us,” he simply replied.

“There is no ‘us’,” she said, using her fingers as quotations and making a face at Sam.

“Why not? I want there to be. We were great together. You didn’t want me, but I want you back, Keely.”

“I didn’t want you?” she asked. “Sam! You left me in the middle of the night on my fucking birthday because you couldn’t handle ‘my mental issues’. You expect me to take you back? What the hell is wrong with you?”

Sam had classified Keely’s dreams as ‘mental problems’ and had always claimed that he would get around them to get to her. She felt like a test subject rather than a girlfriend or a lover. She didn’t have any feelings to him; she just had ‘problems’. He left her because he couldn’t handle all the things that she told him. He knew about her dreams, but he didn’t believe her.

“Well what the hell, Keely? I never said you had ‘mental issues’. I just said that there were a few quirky details with you that needed to be worked out, but that things would be fine,” he told her.

“You know that you said that shit, you just won’t admit it, Sam. You never admit to anything. You lie about everything. At least you won’t deny the fact that you did leave me on my birthday. That alone doesn’t qualify you for a second chance,” she said to him as she grabbed a soda from the refrigerator. “What the hell is this beer doing in my fridge?” she asked as she eyed the six-pack sitting in her icebox.

“I brought it over,” Sam told her.

“Well, get it out of here. It’s not even legal for me to have that shit in there,” she said.

“Come on, Keely. Give me another chance.”

“No. I’m not going to give into you again. I’ve done that too many times. Just take your stupid alcohol and get out of my apartment.”

“Can I at least stay here for the night?” he asked.

She didn’t want to give in, but for some reason, without the dreams, she knew that there was something wrong. “Fine,” she decided. “But just tonight and you’re out first thing in the morning. I’m waking your ass up at eight. There are some blankets and a pillow in the closet. You get the couch.”

“Thanks, Keely,” Sam said as he walked to the closet and pulled the blankets from the shelf.

“God, I’m an idiot,” Keely said out loud to her self as she walked back to her room. She had class at ten the next morning, and she needed to get some uninterrupted sleep, otherwise her focus level would become a zero.

Please, God, let me sleep for the rest of the night. No dreams until at least tomorrow if that’s possible. She thought. She didn’t want another dream for the rest of the night. After Sam, she couldn’t handle anything else bizarre or heart wrenching.