My sleep was restless, plagued with dreams of my father. I’d woken in a cold sweat more than once. My alarm had just gone off when a sharp pain ripped through my head. I gasped for breath before I felt myself being sucked away.
School. I was in school, standing beside my locker and watching the doors. My hand flew to my chest and grasped my locket. The doors slowly opened, and there they were. Two figures walked through. One surrounded by light, one by dark. When they lifted their heads and looked in my direction, I woke. Sweat beaded on my brow and I struggled to breathe.
It will never happen. Grandma had them all the time. Her visions of them never came true.
Taking a deep breath, I got up and started getting ready for school. I had enough to worry about with my father wanting to k
