A/N: So this is the first chapter of the revised sequel to Premonitions which used to be called It'll Happen Soon Enough. I advise people to read Premonitions before reading this story... It'll give you more insight to the main character's story.

*** I also just revised this chapter again. Nothing changed... just the tenses. ***

Thanks to all who has read the first story and being so patient on the sequel. Without further adieu... I bring you Breaking News.

Johnny Hawkins

I only had normalcy for a few months after the accident. I thought dreaming, or having nightmares about my death was going to be over as soon as it happened. Don’t get me wrong, the dreams about my death certainly did go away. I was still alive, and my “killer”, A.K.A, Todd Johnson, was locked up in prison. They finally moved him from juvenile to the adult prison, where he would stay for four more years. But now, I was not dreaming about myself. This put me into a dilemma. I didn’t want to have these nightmares, I didn’t want to sleep. But, I had to.

“For, Johnny.” I said to myself before shutting my light off. I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep before my nightmares invaded my head.

I was curled up in a corner with an itchy blanket. I felt scared. I looked around me, but I didn’t see anything that’s recognizable. I heard the door slam somewhere.

“Johnny Boy, I got you some clothes.” A man’s voice shouted. I felt my body tense as I heard his footsteps come closer. I watched the opening in between two stacks of wooden boxes.

Pure silence filled the air. My heart started to beat frantically. I continued to watch the small opening, waiting for something, or someone.

An old man filled the gap. His face was far from friendly. His face held, what looked like a permanent scowl. I flinched when he took a step toward me. He held out a pair of jeans and a yellow t-shirt.

“If you want to go outside, you have to wear what I give you. Understand?”

I hesitantly nodded. The old man smiled, leaving chills down my spine. He stood in front of me and dropped the clothes on the floor. His hands came towards me as to take my shirt off. A tiny whimper escaped my lips.

“No…” I said quietly. He grabbed my wrists.

“Listen to me, kid. You want to get out of here, right?” I didn’t do anything. “Then you have to do what I tell you. Got it?!?”

He clenched my wrists tighter.

“Yes!” I cried and he threw me to the ground. I heard my head smack against the cement floor. I cried out in pain. He walked away from me and left me to cry, by myself. My body shook with my sobs.

“Felicity! Felicity, wake up.” Danny’s frantic voice woke me up. My eyes opened and I saw a blurry Danny’s face. I blinked a few times before I realized that I was crying.

“You sounded like you were in pain.” He clarified why he woke me up. I lifted my throbbing head from my pillow and groaned.

“I have a headache.” I mumbled. Danny chuckled and pulled my covers off me.

“Get up, sleepy head. Simon will be here in a few.” I jumped out of my bed, causing me to get dizzy in the process. “Whoa there, you still have twenty minutes.”

I glared at him before I grabbed some clothes and walked towards the bathroom. I was not afraid of my bathroom anymore. Ever since my nightmare came true, the bathroom doesn’t seem scary. My life has turned upside down these past few months.

First, I finally got a boyfriend. He was my wonderful guardian angel; Simon Barnes. Second, I almost got killed by my best friend Shelly’s boyfriend at the time. Third, there was the trial. The trial was the most nerve-racking experience I have ever had. Todd’s lawyer, Mr. Jenkins was a complete jerk and he kept trying to make it look like I was lying. I was glad that I had Simon and Shelly there with me. It would have been more gruesome had they not have been there.

Lastly, I was not dreaming about my death anymore. It was about this boy name Johnny, who was kidnapped about a month ago. I kept getting these nightmares where he was in this cold room and the old man constantly beat on the poor kid. It frustrated me because I couldn’t stop dreaming.

“Hey, honey.” Simon said as I hopped into his car. I smiled and kissed his cheek.

“Hey.” His finger traced the circles under my eyes and he sighed. I could see the sadness on his face.

“I wish there is something I can do… I hate to see you like this.” His palm held my cheek as he looked into my eyes.

“I know. But for now, I just have to make do with the sleep I get. Come on, let’s go to school.” Simon agreed and pulled out of my driveway. I laid my head against the window and watched the tree pass by.

My eyes closed for a split second, and I saw a flash of the old wicked man. My eyes quickly opened as I jumped to sit straight up.

I couldn’t do this anymore. I couldn’t have these nightmares about this boy and not be able to do anything about it. Simon was trying his best to help me out, but there was nothing he could do to stop these nightmares. It was horrible; the boy was locked up in a basement of some sort and was getting sexually abused by this old man.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing… it’s just that every time I close my eyes, I see the old man. He frightens me, Simon. I wish there was something I can do for this boy…”

“You could tell the police.” He said as he pulled into the school parking lot. I laughed sarcastically.

“And say what?” I looked at him as my eyes got big. “Something like, ‘Excuse me, but I’m having these nightmares about this missing boy. And I believe I know his whereabouts.’ Yeah, that will go well.”

“Well, I don’t know how to help you then.” Simon snapped. His blue eyes pierced mine. I froze in shock… Simon has never yelled or snapped at me. Tears started to sting my eyes as I sat there with my mouth open. He sighed and his facial features changed back to sincerity. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just that I want to keep you safe. I want to help you… but you’re not giving me anything to help you with.”

I bit my lip softly. “I know and I’m sorry. It’s just that I think this is something I might have to do on my own.”

“Well, if you need me.”

“I know.” Simon took my face in his hands and kissed my forehead. “Let’s head in, shall we? Shelly’s probably waiting for us.”

He nodded and we both got out of the car and headed towards the school. My mind decided to wander as we walked into the main lobby. Simon took my hand and unknowingly dragged me to the spot where we always met up with Shelly.

I didn’t think I could take it anymore. I wanted to help with the investigation but I couldn’t. Would the police really listen to me? I knew that since my trial, most of the officers knew of my newly found precognition, but they also didn’t believe it. The only information I had was the basement and partial description of the old man.

I just wanted to sleep! I haven’t been able to have a good night’s sleep since what seemed like forever ago.

“You look like crap.” Shelly pointed out as she sat down at the lunch table. She took a bite out of her apple and smiled apologetically.

“Thanks, Shell.” I said sarcastically.

“Sorry-”

“No, it’s the truth. I feel like crap. I can’t even sleep a minute!” I banged my head against the table.

“Is it happening again?” Shelly asked warily. I nodded with my head still on the table.

“But not about me, this time.” I said as I looked up at Shelly. She bit her lip nervously. “And not about you.”

“Who?”

“Johnny Hawkins.” I whispered. She gasped and looked around her to make sure no one else was listening.

“The missing kid? You’re dreaming about him? But why? Do you even know him?” I shook my head.

“That’s the thing. I don’t know him. But yet, I’m dreaming through his point of view. Shell, it’s horrible. What this boy is going through is gruesome. And it’s not like the same dream every night. The dreams change…” I shook my head again. The images flashed in front of my eyes. I blinked them away and looked down at the table. “I feel so bad for him, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Tell the police!” She half whispered. “At least it’ll help with the investigation.”

“Shelly, I can’t do that.”

“What do you mean?”

“They won’t believe me!” First it was Simon and now Shelly. Why couldn’t they get it through their heads that the police officials would not believe a word I had to say? “Who would believe a teenager who claims to have precognition? No one.”

“The jury believed you.” Shelly murmured. “Who said that the police wouldn’t?”

I shook my head and looked away from Shelly. I spied Simon coming over to us from the lunch line. He smiled at me. I smiled back and looked at Shelly. “Look, I know you’re trying to help me, by giving me wonderful advice. But I just have this feeling that maybe I need to solve this on my own.”

“If that’s what you want…” Shelly’s demeanor changed into sadness.

“Oh, Shelly, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s okay. I mean, what can I do to help? I can’t dream the future like you.” She sniffed a little.

“Shell-”

“Hey, what’s up?” Simon sat down next to me and kissed my cheek. Shelly rolled her eyes and got up.

“I got to go, I’ll catch you later, I guess.” Shelly got up from the table and brought her tray of food to the trash. Simon watched her leave and then looked at me in confusion. I shook my head and took a bite of my sandwich.

“Did I interrupt something?”

“No. Shelly’s just being sour… I told her about my nightmares. And I think I insulted her saying that I wanted to solve the ‘case’ on my own. I didn’t mean to say it like that-”

“Don’t worry, I think she’ll get over it.” Simon kissed my cheek. “It’s a moot point right now, no need to fret about it.”

“Yeah, I know. Thanks.” He smiled and took a bite of his sandwich. We sat in silence as we ate our lunch.

My mind started to wander about my dreams. What should I do about Johnny? Should I go to the police? Would they listen to me if I do? How could I save him?

Only time would tell.

A single tear trickled down my cheek. There was so much pressure on me to do the right thing. But how do I know if anyone would listen to me?

Simon took a look at me and his face changed from serenity to panic.

“What’s wrong? Fee, what’s wrong?” I shook my head and wiped away my teardrop. “Felicity, talk to me.”

“I want this to stop. I want to be normal again… I need help. I can’t do this alone.”

“Shush. It’s okay. Fee, I’m here. I’m here for you. I’ll help as much as I can. I promise.” He wiped away the tears that were flowing down my cheeks. “I’m here.” He whispered.

I knew that we, or rather I was making a scene, but I really didn’t care. All I wanted was to stop my nightmares from recurring. I wanted to save Johnny from that horrid old man. I was willing to risk anything to get that poor boy out of that place.

Even my own life.

A/N: I have the next chapter typed out and ready to be posted. I'm looking forward to hearing your thoughts on this sequel so far. I'm not sure about this chapter... but I really don't know what to do to change it. I think I must have typed this chapter about three times before ending up with this. Please leave some feedback.

Thank you.