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walking through a neighborhood in my pajamas and bare feet. There were tall pine trees and houses around, the moon a half crescent. I could see the stars and I could see my breath in front of me.
A light glowed in the far distance. I walked toward it and I saw that it was a fire. It was hot, sudden and fierce, and my heart was racing as sweat dripped down my face. The smell of smoke filled the air as I stood with a small crowd that had gathered in front of bright flames that were shooting up into the black sky.
People talked around me. Nobody saw me. I stood next to a man, the fire made his face glow. I could feel his emotions the strongest out of everyone. He was happy and proud as he watched.
This was his fire.
I stood right next to him, but he didn’t see me. I could hear him breathe, saw the smirk on his face. Waves of happiness flooded his body as he stared up into his creation. This is mine, this is mine , he said in his head, over and over again. It’s so beautiful .
Sirens blared in the distance. The arsonist looked in the direction of the fire trucks turning down the street. Three large engines pulled up to the house, firemen ran to the blaze.
Then I saw another car pull up behind the trucks.
Kate.
She wasn’t alone. She was with Dr. Mortimer.
They got out of the car and she started talking to people while Dr. Mortimer stared at the burning house. I shouted and ran up to her. I was sure she saw me, but she walked past me and started talking to a woman standing close by. She didn’t see me at all.
I walked around. The flames were hot, and I was dripping in sweat. Why was I here? Then I saw it. A darkness in the trees, still and ominous, close to where we stood. He was there. The killer .
I walked toward him, saw that the arsonist was in the woods too and the killer was following him.
I didn’t want to follow anymore, I wanted to run back to the fire, but I couldn’t. Something was making me watch. The killer caught up to the fire starter, threw a plastic bag over his head, and after a brief struggle they both fell to the ground.
This time, I screamed. But it didn’t stop him, didn’t stop anything. The killer was focused, and I knew the arsonist was dead. I backed away, away from the trees, away from the splintering wood of the house burning down to ash.
And then I was in Kate’s soft bed again.
Alone.
CHAPTER 17
I was drenched in cold sweat and started shaking uncontrollably. I knew I had to get into a hot shower and forced myself up. It was after four now and Kate still wasn’t home. The feeling of the vision lingered, the arsonist and his pride, the killer and his darkness.
And Kate. Kate had been there. I pulled out my cell phone and got her voice mail. I could only hope that she was okay.
I stood under the hot water for a long time warming up, trying to wash it all off. At least I didn’t have a headache. When I came out of the bathroom, Kate was there by the door.
“Abby, are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said, wrapping my hair in a towel and pulling my robe tighter. I sat down on my bed and she sat next to me. “I had another vision. What’s happening to me?”
I started crying. For years I never cried, and now I always seemed to cry. This wasn’t who I was.
“It’s okay, Abby, it’s okay. I’m here now,” she said, wrapping a fleece blanket around my shoulders.
She smelled like the strong smoke of the fire.
“You got my message, right? I called earlier but you didn’t pick up.”
“No, what message? Where have you been?”
“I was on a story,” she said, looking serious. “But tell me about your vision. Everything.”
“There was a terrible fire.”
“Oh, my God!” she said. “You mean you saw the fire? There was a big house fire on the south side of town tonight. That’s where I was. I was covering that story. Tell me what you saw.”
“I saw you . At the fire. I was right in front of you, yelling. But you didn’t see me.”
She
A light glowed in the far distance. I walked toward it and I saw that it was a fire. It was hot, sudden and fierce, and my heart was racing as sweat dripped down my face. The smell of smoke filled the air as I stood with a small crowd that had gathered in front of bright flames that were shooting up into the black sky.
People talked around me. Nobody saw me. I stood next to a man, the fire made his face glow. I could feel his emotions the strongest out of everyone. He was happy and proud as he watched.
This was his fire.
I stood right next to him, but he didn’t see me. I could hear him breathe, saw the smirk on his face. Waves of happiness flooded his body as he stared up into his creation. This is mine, this is mine , he said in his head, over and over again. It’s so beautiful .
Sirens blared in the distance. The arsonist looked in the direction of the fire trucks turning down the street. Three large engines pulled up to the house, firemen ran to the blaze.
Then I saw another car pull up behind the trucks.
Kate.
She wasn’t alone. She was with Dr. Mortimer.
They got out of the car and she started talking to people while Dr. Mortimer stared at the burning house. I shouted and ran up to her. I was sure she saw me, but she walked past me and started talking to a woman standing close by. She didn’t see me at all.
I walked around. The flames were hot, and I was dripping in sweat. Why was I here? Then I saw it. A darkness in the trees, still and ominous, close to where we stood. He was there. The killer .
I walked toward him, saw that the arsonist was in the woods too and the killer was following him.
I didn’t want to follow anymore, I wanted to run back to the fire, but I couldn’t. Something was making me watch. The killer caught up to the fire starter, threw a plastic bag over his head, and after a brief struggle they both fell to the ground.
This time, I screamed. But it didn’t stop him, didn’t stop anything. The killer was focused, and I knew the arsonist was dead. I backed away, away from the trees, away from the splintering wood of the house burning down to ash.
And then I was in Kate’s soft bed again.
Alone.
CHAPTER 17
I was drenched in cold sweat and started shaking uncontrollably. I knew I had to get into a hot shower and forced myself up. It was after four now and Kate still wasn’t home. The feeling of the vision lingered, the arsonist and his pride, the killer and his darkness.
And Kate. Kate had been there. I pulled out my cell phone and got her voice mail. I could only hope that she was okay.
I stood under the hot water for a long time warming up, trying to wash it all off. At least I didn’t have a headache. When I came out of the bathroom, Kate was there by the door.
“Abby, are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said, wrapping my hair in a towel and pulling my robe tighter. I sat down on my bed and she sat next to me. “I had another vision. What’s happening to me?”
I started crying. For years I never cried, and now I always seemed to cry. This wasn’t who I was.
“It’s okay, Abby, it’s okay. I’m here now,” she said, wrapping a fleece blanket around my shoulders.
She smelled like the strong smoke of the fire.
“You got my message, right? I called earlier but you didn’t pick up.”
“No, what message? Where have you been?”
“I was on a story,” she said, looking serious. “But tell me about your vision. Everything.”
“There was a terrible fire.”
“Oh, my God!” she said. “You mean you saw the fire? There was a big house fire on the south side of town tonight. That’s where I was. I was covering that story. Tell me what you saw.”
“I saw you . At the fire. I was right in front of you, yelling. But you didn’t see me.”
She
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