Visions Part 2
** Dakota’s POV ** Now I woke to a different kind of world, one where flashes of pictures were projected onto a wall of bluish smoke. As I stood looking on, various moments played out on this hazy smoke screen. I turned my attention to one in front of me and I heard my mother say, “Maybe she’s just sleepwalking.” Then my father, “No Vicky. The doctors said her tests results show she doesn’t do that.” The smoke lit up again as my mother continued, “Well what else could she possibly be doing Jeromy? Sneaking out of the house and rolling around in the mud?” “No. I don’t think that.” My father sighed, “That doesn’t explain the red stains on her shirt and the red smear on her cheek.” “Maybe she cut herself.” My mother replied and gradually the volume lowered to nothing. A brief moment o
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