CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The sun leaks in from the gaps in the drapes. I open my eyes to what looks to be a bright sunny day. I roll over and slide my arm over Laden’s soft, bare chest. He puts his finger under my chin and lifts my face up to look at his.
”Good morning, love.” Laden kisses me softly.
“Good morning. How long have you been laying here awake?” I adore waking to his gentle face.
“All night... I didn’t want to sleep. I was afraid I’d wake up, and you would be gone. I didn’t want to miss a second of how great it feels to have your warm, naked body pressed against mine. I just needed to hold you while you slept. You are so beautiful. Promise me that you’ll always come back to me.” Laden is so angelic when he speaks, so loving.
“When I was having my last vision, I got lost in the darkness, and couldn’t find my way back. The thing that scared me the most wasn’t that I’d be stuck there forever, it was thinking that I would never see you again. You were my reason for not giving up. So you promise you’ll always be here for me to come back to.”
We seal our promises with a long kiss.
Tap, tap on the door. It must be 7:00...
In Book #2 - Repreive
CHAPTER ONE
A staff member comes around and taps on our doors right around 7am to make sure that we're awake for classes. It's kind of like a backup alarm clock. We live in a hospital/school for special kids. Special, meaning that we have unusual and powerful mental abilities.
All of us kids at this school have a special bond that will never be broken. We were all experimented on as babies, by our pediatrician. His family was being threatened, so he did as they said. He is still our doctor, because he's regretful of his actions. We keep him around for his knowledge base, and because we've grown to love him. It's a long story...
Tara must have shut her alarm off, fell back asleep, and didn't hear the ‘tap tap’ on her door, from the staff member this morning. She woke up when I came knocking at her door to collect her for breakfast. She usually comes to my door just before I open it. At the very least, we meet up in the hallway. Our rooms are right across the hall from each other.
Amazingly, Tara only takes ten minutes to get herself dressed, and ready to go. She is definitely quicker than I am. It takes me ten minutes just to brush the tangles out of my long hair.
I pick up her backpack, and hand it to her, just after she shoves her feet into the suede boots that she loves so much. We rush out her door, and sprint down to the mess hall, for breakfast.
Human Behavioral Studies is exactly how it sounds. To put it simply, it’s very close to a psychology course. Most of the time, this class is totally captivating, and usually has some level of intrigue, but not today. It’s so boring that my eyes keep shutting on me.
I slept well last night, so I don’t know why I’m nodding off. Tara and Jessy keep tapping me to keep me awake, but it’s not working. I keep drifting. My eyes are so heavy. I just can’t seem to fight it.
Blackness engulfs me, then beautiful colours swirl in, overtaking the black. Wait! How can I be starting a vision, if I'm not asleep or in deep concentration mode? I'm sitting in the middle of a classroom.
There wasn’t any warning this time, and no severe migraine pain, not even a headache. I didn’t pass out on the floor either. At least I don’t think I did. I’m not afraid, I just don’t understand.
A bubble starts to form in the middle of all the colours, and I am being drawn towards it. I’m being pulled, or maybe it's more like being pushed, through the colours, slowly.
I hate this part, the waiting to arrive, so I can get the full on view of what is to come. Will it be a good thing, or full out terror? The latter is becoming the norm for me.
The bubble is growing bigger, coming closer, and the scene inside of it is becoming clearer and clearer.
I see a version of me standing in a corridor, not moving, just standing still. Tara and Mabel are there with me. Both of them are talking to me, sort of yelling, panicking. Tara is patting my shoulder. Mabel is holding my hand trying to pull me. They look frantic, like they need the frozen me to keep walking, or something.
Suddenly, Tara jumps behind this other me, and Mabel spins around facing the way they were just coming from, as if she’s fearing something, or someone...
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