Preface

I never envision this would happen. I never even spared a glance of consideration when I saw him. This was a dream indeed, but not like any other I ever encountered in the past. Most would hold just bits and pieces of my everyday life, or at lest whatever I could believe was normal to say.

Some would just show what I got on a test or perhaps who Sadie Wilson will date before she could even utter the words ‘It’s over’ to the poor sap she was with before. It was really neither a gift nor curse, just a part of who I was and never truly ever said otherwise. When your born with the gift of sight, you’d think most would jump for joy or groan in protest just in knowing what you might get on the Algebra test.

I did neither.

Instead, I just took it with indifference and lived with it. My mother was the same way as well when she found out her little trick as she called it during her teen years. She was a smart student of courses, and always seemed to know the answer before the teacher could even think about his personal life. She has the gift of knowing.

Even though our gifts are similar in some ways, they’re very different. My sight can only be used when I’m asleep, were I can vision in plain detail what may happen over the days or weeks while my mother’s on the other hand, can only work during the day and have no image at all. Just words.

I do at times daydream on how it would be like if I were normal. On how blind I would be with ignorance as I lived my daily life, not knowing what the future would bring.

Sometimes I just like to wonder, if only for a bit.

Yet, that wondering can seem to practically flutter away when dreams as such as these haunt my very thoughts. Dreams about my life turning into chaos, of my best friend, Abigail Rose falling to the floor, her eyes staring upward to me as their vibrant blue become faint with death. I can also recall the faint echoed of confusion and betrayal within them as her very killer stands just a few feet away from us, his seductive laughter dancing within the cool night’s air.

I never thought something as horrible as this would even take place as I sat there, praying, hopping it was not the future that could possibly happen.

I never envisioned it, not one bit.

At lest, not until the murders began..and then he showed up.