Under the dark sky, only the moon shone over the strange ravine. All that she saw was a girl who called out her name. If only she could tell who that white-haired girl was. She had a pale white skin covered with brown collared shirt. Her emerald-green eyes were remarkably bright within the darkness, staring intensely from afar.
Dreaming had never been so painful when it felt like sadness. She wanted to cry from all the things that had been terrifying her in the past three months. The haunting dreams felt like the projection of the past. She felt every moment when she saw that beautiful girl, but just—something wasn’t human about her.
If this was real, she might scream and ran away from the dream, because the girl kept on echoing one name; Kathleen.
CHAPTER 1—SENIOR YEAR
Everything was dark as the moon covered behind the black clouds. The sky blurred and turned into the white ceiling in her bedroom. She screamed out and coughed painfully. It got worse once she realized that a warm hand had been patting her shoulder.
“Hey, wake up!” Her mom worried. “What happened?”
She tried to sit steady and woke up with her messy brown-mahogany hair and bad eye-bags.
Her mom sat worriedly beside her, bewildering. “It seems you have a bad dream.”
“I did,” she stared back at her mom’s brown eyes that looked deep and sharp. “The same dream almost every night. I told you.”
Her mom kissed her head, and went to open the curtains. “Come downstairs after you take a shower, the breakfast is ready.”
She already pushed the door open, but she held still when she could feel her daughter’s restless feeling.
“She’s calling me Kathleen for million times,” her voice was hoarse. “Precisely, my name is Cathy, short for Catherine.”
“You had been consuming too much fairy tale in the past few months, it might manifest into a dream.”
“Those books and this dream are not the same—”
“If you want to discuss the superstition with me, you should stop and hurry to take a shower.”
Cathy annoyed when her mom slammed the door. It was useless to tell her about what happened in those strange recurring dreams. Her mom wasn’t the type who believed in any kind of metaphysical stories.
But what more absurd at this time, she felt waking up as if she had not slept at all since it happened. Although it was hard to ignore, she had to rise from bed.
When she took her cell phone, Josh had sent her a picture—the one that was taken with his grandmother in Austria.
He was her best friend, the best man who had been her closest friend since they were in elementary school. She smiled, looking at their happiness. She missed the good holiday, and there was just no time for the family trip since her dad was super busied with his work. At least, she enjoyed spending last month school holiday with reading books. Nevertheless, she finally felt ready to welcome her senior year. Continue reading