Awaken, Macy
905 Words
POV: Macy
I woke up to a massive bang, nearly jumping out of my bed.
What the actual f**k was that?
Who was that?
Mum and Alex were always telling me to write my dreams down—that they all meant something. But this one… I don’t think I could ever forget it.
Sometimes they didn’t even feel like dreams.
I could sense things. Feel them. Like my gut was trying to scream at me, but I didn’t know how to understand what it was saying.
All I knew was… something was coming.
Something big.
I shook my head, trying to ground myself.
God, I was being stupid.
Still shaken, I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Judging by the state of my hair, I had definitely tossed and turned all night. Massive bedhead didn’t even begin to cover it.
And of course, people loved my hair.
“OMG, your red curls are stunning! People pay for that!”
Yeah… if only they knew.
They didn’t see the struggle. The tangles. The absolute nightmare it was to manage. Today was worse than usual.
Shower. Immediately.
Sweat clung to my skin, my face flushed, heat burning in my cheeks. I needed to calm down.
A bath would fix that.
Rosehip and lavender. My go-to.
I sank into the water, trying to steady my breathing, but the image of that… thing lingered in my mind.
That hag.
She terrified me.
I’d had intense dreams before, but nothing like that.
And yet…
He was there again.
That man.
God, there was something about him.
The way he looked at me… the way he protected me…
It gave me butterflies.
He’d been in a few of my dreams now.
But this was the first time he spoke.
Which was just perfect, really.
I’d officially fallen for a man who didn’t even exist.
Typical.
I forced myself to stop thinking about him before my thoughts spiralled somewhere else entirely.
After my shower, I stood in front of the mirror, dragging a brush through my hair—
And froze.
There was a mark on my neck.
A scratch.
Not light either… deep enough to notice.
In the exact same place that thing had touched me in my dream.
A shiver ran down my spine.
No. No, that wasn’t possible.
I must have scratched myself in my sleep.
That had to be it.
It was the only explanation.
Half an hour later, I felt somewhat human again.
Thank God it was a public holiday. There was no way I could handle college today.
I could hear Mum downstairs.
Please tell me she’s already got the kettle on.
“Morning, Mum.”
She jumped slightly, letting out a breath. “If you can call it that, Macy. Michael should be home soon. I can cook lunch—we can all eat together?”
Of course.
Michael.
I forced a smile. “Depends what you’re making,” I said, giving her a cheeky wink.
“Mum… I had another dream.”
She turned to me instantly.
“He was there again. This time… he protected me.”
Her expression changed. “Have you been writing them down like I told you?”
I hesitated.
“I started to… but they’re so vivid. I don’t forget them.”
Her face darkened slightly. “We need to see Nanna this weekend. She’ll read your runes. We’ll figure out what’s going on.”
I groaned internally.
I loved Nanna, I really did… but her spiritual moods?
Terrifying.
“Mum… I’ve got plans.”
Her expression softened as she reached for something on the bench.
“Then at least take this.” She handed me a necklace. “Black tourmaline. It helps ward off negative energy.”
I slipped it on to keep the peace.
“Macy, don’t forget—Michelle’s 18th on Sunday night.”
Michelle.
My cousin. More like my sister.
She had Down syndrome, but honestly? She was one of the smartest, kindest people I knew. She inspired everything I was studying—disability services, helping others.
She made me better.
The front door opened.
Speak of the devil.
Michael walked in.
“Sexy ladies,” he smirked. “Sometimes I can’t tell mother and daughter apart.”
I clenched my jaw and walked straight past him.
“Tea, Mum?”
Before she could answer—
“I’ll take one, sweetie,” he said.
Ugh.
I ignored him.
After lunch, I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
“Mum, I’m heading to Alex’s. Probably staying the night. There’s a party up at Elsey’s.”
She studied me for a second.
“Alright. Just text me when you get there.”
Relief.
Then, of course—
Michael.
“You and Alex seem close. Like… too close.”
Before I could even respond—
“He’s gay, Michael,” Mum snapped. “I’ve told you that a hundred times.”
He scoffed. “Yeah, sure. Probably just a phase. Kids these days want to be different.”
I felt my blood boil.
“You are such an i***t,” I snapped. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. Maybe try shutting your mouth for once.”
Silence.
Mum’s eyes widened… but she didn’t correct me.
That said enough.
“I’m leaving.”
I grabbed my things and walked out before he could respond.
Slamming the door behind me felt incredible.
- Writer
