DEJA VU

"It wasnt supposed to end like this Mira" the stranger said collectively while i was gasping for air. With all my strenght i crawl away from the perpetrator. "It wasnt supposed to end like this" the murderer walk forward and sat on my hips making me restrained from any movement the once warm eyes that look at me was now cold. The murderer raised his hand to stab me and when the sharp edge make contact with my skin effortless. Pain consumed my whole being i try to scream but the perpetrator free hand cover my mouth. "Ahhhhh" i gasp for air touching the area where the perpetrator stab me. But there was nothing. I was sweating profusely like i had run a marathon and the first thing i notice was the pastel color room. With rushing breath i try to make myself calm. It had been months since i had this odd dream of my death by the hand of this stranger. And every night it became much vivid and clearer. I groan at the memory i think i need to consult my psychiatris regarding this matter. Her medicine gave me headache and nightmares. I look at my phone to see it was almost time to wakeup for school. With lazy feet i went to the bathroom to prepare myself. After showering I wore my black hoodie and denim pants. I let my black hair down and i went down to eat my breakfast. Dad was setting the table with breakfast while Ma'am was sitting at the porch. "Hey princess eat your breakfast so you dont get to be late at your first day of new semester" i smiled at my dad. Dad was an optimistic person even he had grey hair everyone can tell that under neath his wrinkled skin he was a good looking man when he was young sadly i didnt take any of it im more like my mom i got her button nose, black hair and even the thin lips and maybe the silent ambiance that envelop us. While chewing down the dood i gaze at my mom who always sat in the porch since we settle in this house. "Dad why does mom dosent get tired of sitting at the porch every morning?" i ask dad. For a moment dad was silent yet he smile sincerely. "You knew your mom she loved the morning air so much. Anyway your friend must be excited to see you after a long vacation" dad said. I nearly choke on my breakfast. " Dad! you knew i dont have friends stop teasing! " i said. " Princess it's only second semester there is still more semester to come to make friend" i sign at my fathers statement. " Why do you keep on pushing me too have friend dad. I mean im happy talking to you my dad and s***h best friend" i said to dad. Making friend make me dizzy they always talk too much about the trending topic, how to make a boy notice them and their recent s*x encounter. Its much easier to be alone no one to please, no one to argue, and no problem to encounter. " They always said no man is an island. Dont isolate yourself too much what if one day a boat sank and they need to throw someone in the group. Surely they would throw you first" i laughed at my dad sense of humor. " Dad what make you think if were friends on the same sinking boat they wouldnt throw me to save themselves" i ask while still lightly laughing. " Im not sure they wouldnt throw you but at least they would second thought" i laugh at my dad sense of humor. Sometimes i wish i get this side from my dad. After eating breakfast i brush my teeth and pack some luch. I was about to leave when i notice the manequin like figure on the porch. "Bye Mom" i go not waiting gor moms answer. Yet i notuce her gaze following me. When i got on the bus i sat at the end of the row. I was looking at the window when i notice a family car on my side. The window was open i notice a small hand holding the window edge. It was a little girl that seems to be five years old. She look at me and gave me a toothless grin i smiled back earning a wave from her when the stop light turn green the car slowly drive i look at the kid who was continuosly waving. I touch the mirror of the bus to try to open it and return her goodby but suddenly image suddenly flash my mind. Small bloody hand burning flesh and the red car that seems to hit a large truck. Like i was burned i let go of the mirror and gasp for air. What the hell did i just f*cking saw! the image make me quiver. With hurried pace i took my head phone and plaid a very loud music. It wasnt real it was the medecine that messing my head. I repeated this mantra until my heart calm down. It never happened when i was awake and it fear me knowing anything was wrong with my mind. Its making my head hurt more just by thinking. "Awww!" i scream when a ball hit my head. Now my head really hurt for real! I was about to lash out when i saw it was my bully. The jock/ scumbag and the first on my kill list Ethan Parker. "not gonna apologize for that" he said with smirk i just look at my feet. "Hey weirdo give the ball back" i look at him. I slowly took the ball back. "Yeah throw it on me" he said. My fist were clench i really want to hit him hard for treating me like this yet i remain calm i dont want to be beaten to death. I throw it but the ball land a few feet away from him. "What the hell was that hahahah is that what you call a throw? You must have a twig for an arm" the others laugh along and some remain silent not wanting to be a person to relent his frustration. i slowly walk toward him and pick the ball. I went near him and try to hand him his ball. I was shook when suddenly he grab my hand. and for that moment i saw something i should never see. For the first time i look at him in the eyes. His green forest eyes look into mine and before i knew it my lips retell the scene i had saw. "You will die. They will kill you"