Fifteen year old, Katy Briar has learned to cope with her parents' divorce since she was ten. Her father has just been deployed in his job, and sends Katy to live with her mother. Katy hasn't seen her mother in a year.

She knew things would go wrong when she moved up there. But what Katy didn't expect was the dark, sick and twisted ways of this world. Evil people and things roam this earth, affecting each and every one of us. Soon Katy figures out that she's right in the middle of it.

The Sacred Flame.

I remember when I was five. My dad told me that magic wasn't real and of course I believed him. But over the years, I learned that magic was more than just real. It was evil, dark and resentful. I can't think of something more worse. Oh wait, yes I can. The summer I moved to my Mom's.

Chapter One.

I was standing in a dark cave. My mind was shooting question after question. Where am I? Why am I here? What is here? Am I dead? The smell was nauseating that I actually gagged. I felt dizzy and extremely thirsty. I looked down at my body and saw that I was wearing all black. My finger nails, my shoes, and even my brown hair had black streaks in it.

I didn't understand why I was standing in the middle of this creepy cave, so I tried moving forward but my feet stayed planted to the ground. Panic skittered through my pounding heart as I tried to move again but nothing happened. But then, I heard soft angelic voices whispering my name.


The voices soothed me, making my body completely relaxed. Then I heard laughter. Evil hackling and I woke up.

I screamed and tumbled off my bed, smack onto the floor. This was the third time I've dreamt about the cave and whispering voices. Dr. Davies, my therapist for almost a year now, told me that I should contact him if I had any more of these nightmares but I didn't want to bother him.

"Katy? Are you alright?" Paul Briar, known as my dad, asked from downstairs.

I groaned and stood up. "Yeah dad."

Today was the day that I moved to my mom's all the way up the west Hamilton Mountain. This was my only option, due to the fact that my dad's job had him deployed to Chicago and because my mom was the only caregiver for me, since my parents split up. Of course he couldn't bring me because of reasons I didn't know, but hopefully they were good.

I walked to the bathroom across from my supersonic small room, to pee and get ready.

Mind you, trying to collect yourself at seven in the morning on a Sunday was hard, especially because I had to go to a new school and leave all my friends behind. Don't get me wrong, my summer was amazing, but now it's utterly ruined.

"Katy! Get out of that bathroom and get dressed, we leave in fifteen minutes!" Dad yelled.

I brushed my hair and teeth quickly and ran to my room to throw on some shorts and a tank top. I grabbed my suitcase and a picture of my best friends, stuffed it into my pocket, and thumped down stairs.

"Dad, can you come get this? It's too heavy for me to carry down another flight of stairs. You just had to pick a house with three floors." I complained.

No. I'm not rich. My dad chose this town house last year and it just so happened to have three floors in it. It's great for a work out, but not every day of my life. Thankfully my mom has a two floor house.

My dad thumps up to me and grabs my three hundred ton suitcase without any trouble. "Hurry Katy. My flight leaves at ten, and it takes an hour to get to moms house."

I rolled my eyes and followed him down the stairs. Saying goodbye to this house was harder than I thought it was going to be. "Bye house. I'll be back soon."

Dad loaded the van with my stuff and his, locked up the house and we hit the road.

"Your mother is really excited to see you. She called this morning and told me that she bought a whole pantry of junk food just for you guys." Dad said.

I laughed. "Are you serious? Mom never buys junk food; she must be in a good mood."

"Well obviously, you're pretty fun to have around." He said, turning onto the highway.

"Don't be saying stuff like that! I promised myself that I wouldn't cry." I said, feeling tears pool in my eyes.

He smiled. "It's okay to cry hunny. I know I will as soon as I leave you."

You guessed it. I started to cry like a little baby. My dad has always been there for me ever since the divorce and me moving in with him, so I had a right to.

After driving for what felt like a million years, stopping at places for food and bathroom breaks, we finally arrived at our destination.

We weren't even out of the van yet, and my mom bursts from the house; shouting at nine in the morning. "Katy!"

I jumped out and ran into her arms, breathing in the smell of vanilla and cookies. "Mom! I've missed you so much!" ….

She squeezed me hard and held me out in front of her to look at me. "My god! You have grown since last summer. Where did you get these boobs?" She laughed.

"Mom!" I squealed.

"Okay you two. I need to go now Katy." Dad said, holding my luggage.

I quickly hugged him so tight and cried my eyes out. "Call me whenever you can. I'll miss you so much."

"I love you Katy, Katy cookie face. I miss you already." He whispered in my ear.

He walked to the van and drove off. I wouldn't see him for another year, maybe even more.

"It's okay hunny. You'll see him soon." Mom said, hugging my shoulder.

I wiped the tears from my face, realizing it was stupid to cry and dragged my suitcase into the house.

"Katy? Is that you?" A male voice called from upstairs.

A big grin stretched across my face. "Carter?" He thudded down to me in a flash and scooped me up in a big hug. "Holy shit, it really is you." He laughed.

I smiled. He was wearing a purple plaid shirt, with rolled up beige pants. His hair was spiked to the one side and dirty blonde, I could get lost in those greyish brown eyes. "Of course it's me.

"You look really nice by the way." He said, picking up my suitcase.

"So do you. But I can take that upstairs, it's no problem." I said, slipping off my purple vans.

He completely ignored me and went upstairs to my much too old room.

"I'm going to make some pancakes and bacon, do you want some?" Mom asked from the kitchen.

"Yeah thanks mom." I said and headed upstairs. Carter was already in my room, placing my suitcase on the twin bed. "Wow. I haven't been in this room in almost a year. "

My bed had my favorite pink sheets on it, along with the same fluffy pillows. The walls were light blue and the ceiling fan still had the smiley stickers all over them.

"It's been a long time. How old are you now?" Carter asked as he sat on the edge of my bed.

"Fifteen. What are you now? Like twenty five?" I teased leaning against the door frame.

"Try seventeen." He chuckled.

Wow, he was seriously cute. I remembered him being such a nerd when I was little. "Not bad. You're still old." I smiled.

He stood up and walked towards me. He was close enough for me to smell his chocolate axe.

"Then I guess I'm too old to drive you places." He smiled and walked down stairs.

I stared in disbelief. "Yeah whatever!" I called down to him.

I stomped over to my bed and sat down. If he wasn't cute I would totally hate him, and I hope he knew that. Maybe this was going to be a good year.

"Katy! Foods ready." Mom called.

I sighed and slumped down stairs. Carter was happily sitting at the table with a plateful of bacon. "Got enough bacon there?" I asked, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

"Don't be rude Akaydia." Mom scolded.

I felt my cheeks flush pink. I hated my full name, it was so not normal. "He knows I was joking mom."

Carter Bell always got me into trouble. I remember when I was thirteen, me and him tried to pull a prank on Mr. Tucker, the towns' biggest grump. Of course it went horribly wrong and us ending up in our rooms for several hours. "Uh oh. She's got her thinking face on." Carter said, chewing on some bacon.

Mom walked over with my plate stacked with three pancakes and three strips of bacon. "Thanks mom." I said without looking at Carter.

A sudden knock came from the door. "Good, that must be Laura." Mom said, and walked over to answer it.

I knew that name from somewhere… Then she walks into the room, looking flawless as I remembered. Laura Kennedy, the world's most gorgeous, bitchiest, girl ever created. Her long blonde hair swirled around her slim shoulders. Those piercing blue eyes found mine and she smiled. "Little Katy. It's been a while."

My heart dropped ten stories to the floor. "Hi Laura." I said, trying not to gawk at her skimpy mini shorts and tank. Who wears something like that at ten in the morning?

"Come give me a hug! I've missed you." She said a little too perfectly.

I knew if I didn't get up my mom would just embarrass the shit out of me, so I awkwardly stood up and hugged her gently. She smelt like coconuts and vanilla. The scent of pure bitch.

"Shut up! Carter Bell? Is that really you?" She squeals and runs over to hug him.

I wouldn't be surprised if he popped a woody right then and there. She was practically naked and smothering her body all over his. But to my severely shocking surprise, he didn't say anything, just hugged her and sat back down.

"Would you like something to eat Laura? There's plenty to go around." Mom offered.

"Oh no thanks. I have to get going anyways; it's my first shift at Mac's Milk this morning." Laura said, standing up.

I couldn't stand being in the same room as her, so I left and went upstairs to my room. Seeing her brought back my dark past and it made me shiver.

I moved the suitcase off my bed to the floor and laid back, squishing into the pillows. All I wanted was to be with my dad in my house back in Stoney Creek, hanging out with my best friends and not worrying about people like Laura.

"You okay?" Carters voice came from the door way.

"No." I said, lying on my side facing the wall.

He walked over and sat on the edge of my bed. "I didn't know she was going to be here, or I would have told you."

I nodded and picked at my nail polish. "I know. It's okay."

"I'm glad your back." He said softly.

I half smiled and rolled over, feeling his back press against my legs. "Why? Did you miss me?" I said jokingly.

"Yeah, I did." He said, turning away before I could see him blush.

I heard the serious tone in his voice and sat up, forcing him to stand. He cleared his throat and said, "Uh, I should go."

"Yeah. I have to finish unpacking anyways." I said awkwardly.

"Alright, I'll see you later then." He said, and walked down stairs.

I groaned and shut my door. "Well that wasn't awkward at all."

Packing clothes was easy. Unpacking clothes was the hard part, mostly because I was lazy and it was ten thirty in the morning. I heard my phone buzzing in my pocket and pulled it out. Jessica Bain, my best friend of four years, was calling me.

"Jessica!" I squealed

"Katy! Ohmygosh! How is it over there?" She said all in one breath.

I laughed and sat on my bed. "It's not bad. I wish I could have brought you or Danielle with me. This town seriously needs some party people."

"I know right. Is there any hotties? Please tell me there is." She said dramatically.

I smiled. "Well, there is one. But he's kinda off limits."

"Shut up! What's his name! Give me the entire details girl." She said in her girly high pitch voice.

"His name is Carter, he's seventeen, blonde hair, brown eyes, sooo amazingly sexy, and most importantly, all mine." I laughed.

Jessica snorted and said, "You're a lucky bitch. Just wait until I come and visit you."

"Yeah, okay. I'll hold you up on that." I said.

"I gotta go, but call me if anything happens! Love you!" She said and hung up.

I laughed, trying to hold back happy tears. I put my phone away and started unpacking again.

It took me twenty minutes to put everything away. By then it was almost eleven and I was getting hungry, so I slumped down stairs to eat.

Mom was in the kitchen reading her Joyce Meyers book. "Are you all packed away hunny?" She asked.

"Yes finally. All of the unpacking made me hungry though." I said, opening the fridge.

"There's a twenty in my purse, you can go to Venice Beach up the street or whatever." She said, smiling.

"Thanks mom. I can bring you something back if you want?" I asked, looking for her purse.

"I'm okay. Thanks though." She said, stood up and walked into the living room, and came back with a twenty dollar bill in her hand.

"Alright, I have my cell. Call if you need me." I said, taking the money.

The sky was a clear blue, with a small cooling breeze. I remembered walking down this street every bright summer day; just to buy a bag of skittles and eat them all in one sitting.

Venice Beach restaurant was my favorite place to eat, especially because of their amazing panzerotti's and poutine's. I haven't eaten from this place in half a year.

Walking into the restaurant was like walking into a big pizza oven. The smell of sauce and French fries wafted around me, making my mouth water. I ordered a green olive and bacon crumble panzerotti and sat down at one of the tables to enjoy this magnificent pile of grease.

I couldn't even eat the whole thing, it was too much. When I was done it was eleven thirty five, and I was barely getting started. I had fifteen dollars left, so I walked across the street over to Mac's to buy their famous slushy.

When I walked in, Laura gave me the dirtiest look you could imagine. I quickly walked to the slushy machines and filled my cup with, blue, white and orange, dreading every step towards the cashier.

"Two fifty five." She said, punching in numbers on the cash register.

I handed her a five and waited for my change. "You know, it really is great that your back." She said, dropping the change in my hand.

I forced a smile and walked out. The slushy made me feel better instantly, as I sucked down the cold ice. I finished half before I got home.

"How was your lunch hunny?" Mom called from the living room.

I slipped my shoes off and walked over to her and plopped on the couch. "Greasy and delicious."

"Those things will rot your teeth." She said, gesturing towards the slushy.

I shrugged and slurped the last bit of it, and put the container on the coffee table. Mom was still reading her Joyce Meyers. I don't understand how she finds the stuff interesting; there isn't a single teenage vampire in it.

"Carter invited you to go school shopping with him at one." Mom said, turning a page in her book.

I groaned. "I'm scared for school mom. I hate that I'm the stupid new girl."

She sighed and closed her book, facing me. "You are not stupid Akaydia. Sir Allen MacNab is a good school and you'll find friends. You always do, so don't worry about anything. Okay?" She said.

"Poo." I muttered.

She laughed and stood up. "I'm going to do some laundry. You're welcomed to join me."

"Pass. I'm going in the shower." I said quickly and rushed upstairs.

Since Carter was coming over again, I couldn't change into my pink teddy bear pajamas. Instead I grabbed my jeans and super Mario t shirt and placed them on the bathroom counter, along with my purple towel.

The hot water splashed so nicely against my skin, I almost didn't want to wash anything. But after twenty minutes of my mom yelling at me to get out, I scrubbed my hair with Pantene shampoo, rinsed and jumped out.

Blow drying, straightening and brushing my hair took fifteen minutes. I was guessing the time would be around quarter to one, it was perfect timing for Carter to stroll in.

I threw my dirty clothes in the hamper in the corner of my room and noticed something sticking out of my shorts. I pulled it out and it was the picture of me Jessica and Danielle at Hill Park.

Smiling, I placed it on my dresser and turned off my light. As I was walking down stairs, I heard Carters voice coming from the kitchen. I don't know why, but I felt nervous all of the sudden.

"Took you long enough." Mom said, washing some dishes.

I pulled the chair out, across from Carter and sat down. "It takes time to look this good."

Carter smiled and said, "Are you ready to go?"

"Of course." I nodded.

I hugged mom and walked outside to Carter's sexy jet black Honda Pilot. "Nice wheels. When did you get this?"

He opened the door for me and I climbed in. "Dad bought it for me on my seventeenth. Cool huh?"

I nodded, taking in the brand new car smell. "Oh, and I like the shirt." He smiled and shut the door.

I rolled my eyes and blushed. He quickly jumped in the driver's seat and started the car.

"Wait. I don't have any money with me." I said

"You don't need it. It's on me." He said, with a cocky grin, reversed and drove down the road.

He pulled into the parking lot of Staples Supply Store and parked near the entrance. We climbed out and walked into the massive store. "I hope you know it's going to cost you a fortune." I said, walking ahead of him.

"Katy. I've got it covered. Just find what you need and I'll do the rest." He said.

I sighed and strolled through the aisles starting right to left, until I finally reached the school supply section. I picked up four binders and an extra just in case. "I think this is all that I need. I already have a pencil case full of stuff at home." I said.

"Alright then. Let's go." He said, carrying four binders of his own.

In total it came out to thirty five dollars. "Carter! I don't know how, but I will pay you back. That was almost forty dollars' worth of school supplies." I said, putting the binders in a bag.

He rolled his eyes and stuffed his binders in a bag. "No you're not Katy. I wanted to pay for you, therefore you aren't paying me back." He said, walking outside with me.

Before I could say something else, I heard a small voice whispering my name…


I stopped dead in my tracks. This only happened in my nightmares, and I know for sure I wasn't sleeping. I looked around to see where it was coming from, all I saw were two guys huddled in a corner. The urge to walk over there scared me to death, but I couldn't control it.

Akaydia….come closer.

My heart pounded against my ears as the world around me blurred. The voices got louder as I got closer.

Akaydia….we won't hurt you

"Katy? What are you doing?" Carter's voice pulled me back to reality. I noticed that I was breathing heavy and really dizzy. He walked up to me and shook my shoulders. "Are you okay?" He asked; his eyes full of worry.

I blinked a couple of times before answering him. "I don't know. Just take me home."

He nodded and guided me to the car. "Should I call an ambulance? You look really pale." He said, strapping on my seat belt.

I shook my head and placed the bag of binders on the floor between my feet. "I'm okay."

He gave me a wary glance, shut the door and hurried to the driver's side. "Did you know those guys back there?" He asked, starting the car and driving out of the parking lot.

I ignored him. All that was running through my mind was calling Dr. Davies. He would know what to say to calm me down before I passed out.

"Katy?" Carter asked, panic full out in his voice.

"I need to call Dr. Davies." I said softly, staring out the windshield.

He nodded. "Okay. Were almost at your house." I could feel him speed up as he turned down Rice Avenue and pulled into my drive way. "Were here Katy. Do you need help getting out?" He asked, turning off the engine. "I'm okay Carter." I said, stepping out, forgetting about my bag of binders. He quickly followed behind me, but I ran inside, shot upstairs and locked myself in the bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and took two deep breaths, ignoring the pounds on the door from my worried mother. "Breathe Katy." I told myself. I pulled my phone from my jeans pocket and searched through my contacts for Dr. Davies and quickly pressed call.

"Hello. Doctor Davies speaking." He answered with a tired tone.

"Uh, Hi Doctor Davies. It's Katy." I said, sitting on the edge of the tub.

"Katy! My dear, how are you?" He asked, his voice changing completely.

I cleared my throat and bit down on my lip to stop from crying, but it didn't work. I just sat there crying in his ear. "Katy. Relax and tell me what made you upset." He said.

"The nightmares are coming true." I sobbed.

"Give me more details Katy. What part of the nightmare is coming true?"

"I-I heard the voices." I whispered.

He went silent for a minute then responded. "Are you sure Katy? Maybe the stress about moving is causing it."

"No. I heard them. They called to me." I said, almost angry.

"Okay. How were they calling to you?" He asked.

"It's okay. I'm fine, you're probably right about the stress causing it. I'm sorry that I bothered you sir." I said quickly, and hung up.

I sat on the floor and leaned against the tub, wrapping my legs close to my chest. I knew I heard those voices, but I just needed to know why and how. Clearly, they couldn't reach me in my dreams, now it's actually happening in real life. What am I going to do?

"Katy? Please open the door." Mom said.

I stood up and unlocked it. She rushed into my arms. "What happened? Are you alright?"

I hugged her back and said, "I'm fine mom." She let go of me and looked me in the eyes, her face constricted with worry. "Carter's worried about you. He said he wouldn't leave without seeing you. He's outside in his truck." She said.

I nodded and walked downstairs and opened the front door. Mom wasn't lying; he was sitting in his truck with his face buried in the steering wheel. When I stepped onto the porch his head snapped up and he jumped out of the truck, walking towards me. "Katy. Thank god you're okay. What happened?" He asked.

I sat on the first step of the porch and sighed. "You wouldn't believe me." He sat beside me and said, "Try me."

"I've been having these nightmares that I'm stuck in this cave, and I hear whispering calling my name." I said.

He nodded. "Go on."

I shook my head. "No, you'll think I'm crazy."

He moved closer so that our shoulders were touching and said, "I don't think you're crazy and I never will."

I smiled. Something about Carter made me feel normal and I liked it. I could tell him the stupidest things and he would just sit there and listen, like always. "What happened back at the store is something I don't even understand. I heard the voices one minute and the next; I'm standing five feet away from some guys. I don't know what happened; I just heard the voices and something drew me in." I said, waiting for him to run for the hills.

Instead he put his arm around me and pulled me close to him. I could hear his heart beat slow and steady. "I believe you."

I just stared at Carter for a while, thinking of how much I actually liked him. "Thanks Carter." I said.

He smiled and stood up, holding his hand out for me. I gently took it and he helped me up. Nothing could break this moment, until I heard the voice of Satan.

"Look what we have here." Laura laughed, walking up my drive way.

Chapter Two.

"What do you want Laura?" Carter said. His tone completely changed from just a minute ago, it was almost as if he sounded protective.

She laughed again and stopped three feet away from us. "I just wanted to hang out with my best of friends."

Carter laughed with no humor. "Your best of friends don't want you here. So leave. Now."

She took a step closer that made my heart thud with fear. "Why are you even hanging out with this f*cking loser? Look at what she's wearing for f*cks` sake." She sneered, gesturing at my shirt.

"You know what Laura?" He said, curling his hands into fists.

"Carter, stop. She's not worth it." I said, stepping in front of him.

He nodded. "You're right. She's a jealous bitch that needs to back off."

"You better watch what you're saying. We don't want little Katy to find out about last year, now do we?" She said, with a crooked smile.

Carter's face drained of all color. "Leave." He said, through clenched teeth.

"What is she talking about Carter?" I asked, moving away from him.

"Nothing." He said, and stormed off towards his truck leaving me alone with Laura.

She looked at me with such hate and said, "Looks like were not all perfect."

I didn't say anything because I was too frozen with fear to speak. She laughed and whirled away down the street, right after Carter.

Tears threatened to spill over my cheeks, but I forced them back as I walked into the house.

My mom was sitting at the kitchen table reading without any clue to what was going on in my world.

She looked up at me and smiled. "Hey. Did Carter leave?"

I nodded and walked over to the junk food pantry. It was filled with endless bags of chips, cookies, cake and candy. I grabbed the box of cookies and sat down at the table with her.

"Oh, I almost forgot." She said, placing her book down and grabbing the pile of mail from the top of the fridge. "Your school schedule came today." And handed the white envelope to me.

I sighed and ripped it open, looking at the classes listed. "Math, English, Science and Gym. Not bad." I said, putting it down and opening the cookie box, taking one out and biting into it.

"See. You'll do fine." Mom smiled, and resumed her reading place.

I can only imagine what school was going to be like, and it was two days away. Praying never really worked for me before but I'm hoping that it will this one time. "Oh. Carter left the bag of binders for you beside the stairs. I think there's some paper in my room that you could fill them with." Mom said, not looking away from her book.

"Kay." I said, and walked over to grab the bag of binders and went upstairs. My mom's room was the best one in the whole house. She had big windows with red curtains draped across them, a killer ceiling fan and a queen sized bed. The only thing she's missing is her own damn bathroom.

I grabbed the paper from her closet, sat on the floor and opened the first binder, when something caught my eye. A piece of ripped paper fluttered out and landed on my foot. It read;

Katy, call me. 905 555 7706 - Carter

This must have been before, and I didn't get a chance to read it. I quickly pulled out my cell and punched in his number, hesitating over the call button, and then pressing it.

It rang twice before he answered. "Hello?"

"Hi, Carter. It's Katy." I said, hoping he wouldn't hang up.

"I was wondering when you were gonna call." He said.

"Well… are you okay?" I asked feeling awkward.

He didn't answer, so I thought he hung up but then he said, "Yeah. I'm fine."

"You know, maybe she's right." I said softly.

"No." He said.

"Why are you so nice to me?" I asked.

He went silent again, but I could hear him breathing. "Carter?"

"I have to go. I'll talk to you later." He said and hung up.

Laura was right. I am a loser and I shouldn't be hanging out with Carter, let alone have feelings for him. This was just like two years ago; she gets exactly what she wants.

I stared at the purple bead bracelet on my left wrist that I bought on my birthday last year. Haven't taken it off since that day, mostly because it cost five dollars and it was my own personal gift to myself for turning fifteen. Just forty more days until I turn sixteen.

It was already four o clock and I didn't even finish putting the papers in my binders. So I picked up the wad of paper and stuffed it inside the plastic bag along with the binders and my cell and went to my room.

"I'm making some macaroni! Did you want some?" Mom called from the kitchen.

"Sure!" I replied.

I threw the bag on top of my dresser and plopped on my bed and let what Laura said, sink into my brain. I stared at my purple bead bracelet again, and pushed it down revealing three pink lines going across my wrist. It happened on my fifteenth birthday; my mom calls me and says she can't make it to my party because someone broke into her house. I only thought she was saying that as an excuse at the time and it really hurt me, so I dragged scissors across my wrist for everything I've been through.

Being depressed at fourteen is like breathing without air. I knew I needed to find myself again and be the Katy Briar I once was and contacted Dr. Davies. Of course I didn't tell him about my problem, just that I was sad and I wanted someone to be there for me whenever I felt like talking. He really helped me recover from my cutting and depression, but the best part is that he kept it completely confidential. Ever since Dr. Davies called my parents to tell them what's been going on, they changed their attitudes around me thinking it made things better. It didn't.

"Mac and cheese is ready!" Mom said at the bottom of the stairs.

I quickly jumped up and walked down, smelling KD as I descended. Mom was scooping the food into two bowls as I sat at the table.

"My goodness it's already four thirty? Geez the time goes by." I sighed.

Mom grabbed two spoons and placed the big bowl of cheesy macaroni in front of me. I dug in hungrily ignoring the stinging burning on my tongue. "Slow down, you're gonna choke." Mom said.

I took another ginormous bite and pushed the bowl away from me. "I'm already full. I guess eating that fast would do that to you." I threw out the left over macaroni in my bowl into the garbage and rinsed my dish.

"You should invite Laura over one day. I remember you two being so close when you were younger." Mom said, scooping up the last noodles in her bowl.

I almost wanted to laugh when she said that, but held it in and said, "She's not the same. And we were never close."

I walked into the living room and sat on the couch. The ugly clock on the mantel said it was four forty seven. "Hey mom? Let's watch a movie or something." I said, turning on the TV.

I heard her rinse her dish and walk over. "Sure. I think the TMN has some good ones." She said and sat beside me.

I clicked around and finally got to the TMN section of movies. "Let me in is supposed to be really good." I said.

She shook her head. "I don't do vampires."

I chuckled and scrolled down the list. There weren't many choices left so we ended up watching The Green Hornet.

After ninety minutes of nonstop laughing, I was pooped. "Oh god. That was too good of a movie." I said, stood up and stretched.

"That was a stupid movie. But it made me tired, so I'm thankful." Mom said, in between a yawn.

I laughed and headed over to grab some milk and cookies. The clock read seven fifteen.

"Is it too early to go to bed now?" I asked, grabbing some delicious looking Oreos from the pantry and opening them.

"Nope. I'm going there now." She said, still sitting on the couch.

I took out three cookies from the first row and set up a glass of milk. "Don't fall asleep on that couch. It will totally ruin your back. Just like old times." I said, putting the cookies back into the pantry.

I heard her walk into the kitchen sleepily and straight to the front door. She always set the alarm before she slept, which made perfect sense after the break in.

I sauntered upstairs with my glass of milk and cookies, careful not to drop anything. "Akaydia! Turn off the damn lights when you leave the room. You don't pay the bills." Mom yelled.

I shrugged and sat on my bed enjoying my guilty snack. I kept thinking about Carter every second I had the chance to. What does that mean? It doesn't mean something. Right? So many questions! Not enough time to figure out the answers.

"I have to work tomorrow morning. I'll be home around six, so behave." Moms voice came from the door way.

I rolled my eyes. "Okay mom."

She walked quietly over to her room and shut her door. Just then I heard my phone buzz and saw a flashing red light coming from the bag of binders and remembered I left my black berry inside it. I forced myself up off my comfy bed and checked it. Three texts from Jessica, and one voicemail.

I listened to the voicemail, thinking it was just from Jess, when I heard my Dad's happy voice on the other end. "Hey hunny! I must have called at a wrong time. I just wanted to say that I got here safely and I miss you like crazy. I hope you're okay. Call me when you can! Love you."

I smiled and felt like crying, but put my phone away ignoring Jess and everyone else. I finished my cookies and glass of milk, and placed the cup on my dresser. I put on my green pj shorts and yellow shirt and snuggled into bed.

Of course as soon as I close my eyes Carter pops into my head. Something must be wrong with me to even think that he likes me back. I mean, why would he like me? I'm crazy new girl.

After silently arguing in my head, I finally fell asleep.

The air around me was warm and sticky. I couldn't see a thing in the black abyss before me. A sense of déjà vu hit me hard. The cave.

I was standing in the middle of it, just like always, but something was different this time. I had a feeling that I wasn't alone. A small breeze slithered around me, making my hair whirl around my shoulders softly.

Then I heard the voices.


"What do you want?" I shouted, but my echo was the only response.

Small laughter floated in the air, sending shivers down my spine. I started to cry endless tears of defeat and loss.


"Please. Tell me what you want." I sobbed.

A big whirlwind blasted at me, knocking me off my feet and gasping for air. Something grabbed my ankles and dragged me against the rocky ground. I screamed and kicked over and over, but it was no use. I could feel something superhot slithering over my body, it made me sweat.

I went completely numb, just lying on the ground helpless. I tried to move but my arms were like concrete, even though I couldn't feel them. Laughter exploded in the cave from every nook and cranny.

Then something whispered straight in my ear, we want you…

I woke up.

I shot up gasping for air. The room was spinning and I was really thirsty, just like every time I have this nightmare. I checked my dying phone for the time, it read four thirty am.

I breathed in deeply, calming myself and went to the bathroom.

"You look hideous." I said to my reflection.

I ran the tap and cupped water into my hands and drank from it. I knew I wasn't going back to sleep so I walked down stairs into the living room and watched repeats of Reba. Well I didn't really watch them; I was too busy thinking of this nightmare.

Those voices wanted me. Okay. For what? I didn't understand any of it, mostly because it was four thirty on a Monday morning, a day before school.

Maybe Dr. Davies would be awake? I could tell him about this nightmare so I don't keep it bottled inside. Nah. That would just cause more drama than I wanted.

Instead I watched about two hours of Reba and some SpongeBob Square Pants. Before I knew it, mom was getting up for work.

"Katy?" She whispered from the stairs

"Yeah mom." I said, and walked over to her. She was in her robe holding the blow dryer.

I burst into laughter and nearly fell down. "What are you gonna do? Blow dry me to death?"

"It doesn't hurt to be careful." She said and stormed up to the bathroom.

Six thirty in the morning and I'm laughing. I cracked up again at the thought and followed her upstairs. She was putting on her Tim Horton's uniform. "Wow. I haven't seen you wear that in almost a year." I said, grabbing the brush on the counter and running it through my hair.

She smiled and buttoned the last button on her shirt. "Why are you up anyways?"

Clips of the nightmare flashed through my mind. "Couldn't sleep." I lied.

Mom stared at me, making me feel uncomfortable. "Akaydia. Are you having those nightmares again?"

I shrugged and placed the brush back on the counter. "It's nothing."

"Katy. If you're having the nightmares again, you know you have to call Dr. Davies." She said, putting her hair in a ponytail.

I sighed and hopped onto the counter. "I know mom. I already have and he says that it could be the stress of moving that's causing it."

"I'm glad you called him." She said, putting on her visor hat.

I nodded. "You look super cute by the way."

She sighed and said, "It pays the bills so it better look good."

I laughed and jumped off the counter. "I think I'm gonna go back to bed. Have a good day at work." I hugged her and went to my room.

It was seven am and I was already thinking about Carter. Maybe I should go see him later today. Or would that be creepy? Ugh. Can this get any worse? I laid back and stared at my ceiling, debating on actually going to sleep or just laying here. Of course I'm terrified to sleep, but I knew if I didn't I would be a major grump with bad hair.

I forced my eyes shut and made my mind go blank. A couple seconds in, I fell asleep.

Chapter Three

I woke up nightmare free. I kicked off my blanket and grabbed my dead phone and the charger and went to the bathroom to have my morning pee.

Being in the house alone was weird. Not only because I haven't been here in a while, but because it was creepy quiet. The kitchen clock said it was twelve thirty in the afternoon. Fantastic. Half of my day was wasted to sleeping in.

I charged my phone in the kitchen while I whipped up something to eat. In the middle of making a peanut butter sandwich, a knock came from the door. Great! I'm gonna answer the door in my green shorts and ugly yellow pajama shirt.

When I opened the door, I wanted to crawl under a dirty rock and never move again. It was Carter. He looked so sexy in his green plaid shirt, and black jeans. Then there was me.

"Hi. Can I come in?" He asked.

I crossed my arms and said, "I don't know. Are you gonna run off again?"

He sighed. "I'm sorry about that. Can we talk? I'll explain everything."

I stared at him for a few seconds and then let him in. I quickly finished making my sandwich and sat at the table with Carter. He looked a little distressed and tired.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, peeling the crust off my sandwich.

He shrugged. "Yes and no."

I looked in his pale brown eyes for something, but they were just filled with sadness. "Why are you sad?" I asked, chewing and then swallowing a big bite of peanutty goodness.

"Can we actually talk somewhere else?" He said.

My heart pounded. He wanted to be alone in my room! "Oh. Yeah sure. You can go on up, I'll be there in a second." I said, standing up and throwing the rest of my sandwich in the garbage.

He nodded and silently walked up stairs. I quickly washed my hands and rinsed my mouth out with water a few times, and headed up stairs.

He was sitting on the edge of my bed, with his face in his hands. I slowly walked up and sat beside him. "What's going on Carter?" I asked softly.

He moved his hands from his face and looked at me. "This is really hard for me to ask. But, do you, well, you know, like me?" He stumbled.

A big smile stretched across my face. "Carter! Are you serious? Of course I like you."

He stared at me blankly for a couple seconds and then smiled. "That's a huge relief."

I really wanted to kiss him, but it was stupid for the girl to make the first move. "I thought you didn't like me." I said, leaning back against the wall.

"Are you joking? I've liked you since I first met you." He said.

I smiled. "Well thanks."

Then he suddenly started to move closer to me. I knew what was going to happen, and I acted quickly, leaning forward and pressing my lips against his. It was soft and warm, nothing like I expected. As quickly as it happened, it ended and he pulled away. "Do you know how long I've been waiting to do that?" He whispered.

"No." I said softly.

He just smiled and kissed me again, with more force this time. "My whole life."

My heart fluttered and I blushed. Could this really be happening right now? I just kissed Carter Bell and he kissed me back. The worst that could happen would be me waking up from this amazing dream and then crying forever about it.

"So what does this mean?" I asked.

"What do you want it to mean?" He said, with a cute smile.

I couldn't help but smile back and say, "I asked you first."

He chuckled. "I think this means were dating."

Of course, me being the immature little girl, I get butterflies that jump around like golf balls inside my stomach and let out a giggle. I instantly shut up and blushed like a blooming flower.

"That's exactly why I like you so much. You always have your quirks." He said, weaving his fingers through mine.

I squeezed his hand and just smiled. He then pulled me to my feet and said, "How about you get dressed. I wanna take you out."

"What are you thinking Carter?" I said, hugging him around his waist.

He smiled his gorgeous smile and whispered in my ear, "It's a surprise."

I sighed. "Okay fine. Give me about twenty minutes." I said, shooing him out the door.

"Girls and their beauty." He laughed as I shut my door.

First off, I jumped around about a million times in excitement that I had Carter all to myself. But then I stopped and focused on what I was going to wear. I literally ripped my closet apart, searching for something at least decent to wear, but came up with absolutely nothing.

I ended up throwing on white jean shorts, a green tank, and changed my gold earrings to my green studs, to match.

I thought that finding clothes was going to be the hard part, until I saw my World War three hair. Digging a comb through this death pile, I pep talked myself into staying calm and not overreact about anything. Sure, I mean, it's Carter Bell. But that doesn't mean you can make a complete idiot of yourself.

I decided not to straighten my hair and just pinned it to the side with a green clip. Putting on too much make up would come off as trashy, so I went light and just put on some mascara and eyeliner on the bottom only.

"Alright Katy, this is it. Don't screw it up." I said, and swished some Listerine in my mouth, and spit it out.

When I walked downstairs, Carter was sitting in the kitchen. His expression changed when he saw me. Of course I blushed.

"Wow." He said.

"Is it too much? I can go change." I said, feeling stupider by the second.

He got up and grabbed both my hands, pulling me closer to him. "You look amazing."

"Thanks. I hope you didn't have to wait too long." I said, looking at the clock. It read twelve forty.

He laughed and nudged me to the door. "Stop worrying and let's go."

I quickly turned off the lights, grabbed my phone, my keys and set the alarm.

When we got into the car, I smelt vanilla and coconuts. One girl came to my mind, but why would she be with Carter? I suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, like this was some sort of trap. "So where are we going?" I asked, trying to shove away my suspicions.

He started the car, reversed and drove down the road, opposite side of my house, towards his.

"Just somewhere special." He smiled.

I haven't been to his house in two years. For some reason, I was scared. "I hope I'm dressed okay." I said, pulling at my shirt.

"Katy, you look great. We're almost there." He said, turning on Millen Road.

My heart was a pounding drum when he pulled slowly into a dirt path. "You know, if you want to kill me you could have done it back there." I said.

He laughed. "I know. It looks scary, but I promise you'll have fun." I was going to run out of the car and bolt down the street, but then he turned the corner and I was mesmerized. A big circle of tree's surrounded one corner of the grassy meadow, with just a big enough opening to walk inside. Me and Carter always went here to talk about anything. "Oh my god. The fort!" I whispered.

He parked and turned the car off. "I was wondering when you would remember this place." He said, opening his door.

I quickly jumped out and walked to the front of the big trees. "This was a great surprise. I can't believe I forgot about it."

"Let's go inside." He smiled. My heart skipped a beat as I trailed along after him. It smelt like fresh pine and dirt. "Sorry for the darkness, just give me a second." Carter said, and started flicking something, once, twice and then I went cold. A burst of laughter floated through the fort, echoing in my ears.

Akaydia… come here.

The familiar voice pulled me to it, making my feet move. The flame that glistened from the candle Carter lit was shining. I waved my hand around it, feeling the heat it portrayed.

Yes… Touch us.

I moved my hand to the top of the scorching flame, and let it touch the middle of my palm. The feeling was like an electric shock, rippling through every part of my body. I screamed in agony and fell to the soft dirt below. And then, I passed out.

My eyes fluttered open, taking in the white room. A nurse was standing at a counter, writing something down; while Carter sat in the chair beside the bed I was laying in. I moved and he quickly jumped up. "Thank god Katy. What happened? Are you okay?" He rushed all too quickly.

A flashback of what happened zipped through my mind. I suddenly lifted up my right hand and stared at a perfectly unscathed palm. It didn't make sense. I knew I touched the flame to it...

"Nurse! What's wrong with her?" Carter started freaking out, disturbing the nurse.

"For god sakes Carter! I'm fine." I said, sitting up straight. The nurse gave us a dirty look and left the room.

"How did I get here?" I asked, looking around the very small room. I clearly knew I was in the hospital, but how?

He sat down and breathed in deeply. "I drove you here after you scared the living shit out of me. What the hell happened? First you're looking at the candle and then you pass out."

I ran a finger over the palm that the fire touched. It looked completely normal, like nothing even happened. Was I seriously going crazy? "Remember when I told you about the nightmares, and the whispering?" I said softly.

He nodded, looking a little skeptical. "Are you saying that you heard them?" He asked.

I leaned back and closed my eyes. "Yup."

"You're actually serious?" He chuckled.

I shot my eyes open, and sat up. "Yeah. I am serious Carter. Just like I thought you were, when you said you believed me."

His face looked sad, but his eyes had laughter in them. "You know I was Katy. But doesn't it seem just a smidge bit crazy to you?" He asked.

I knew trusting him was a bad idea, right from the beginning. "I thought I could trust you with this. But then again, people make mistakes." I said, fighting back tears.

Just then, Mom storms in, still in her Tim Horton's uniform. "Oh dear god Katy!" She says and throws her arms around me.

I hug her back, feeling Carter's eyes burn into me. "I'm okay mom. Just take me home." I whispered.

She looked at me for a while, before helping me down off the bed. "Wait. I can take you back." Carter said, standing up looking straight at me. Something about him, made me want to hit him over and over. But then, something made me want to just hold him forever. These damn feelings keep giving me whiplash.

"Hunny, I know this sounds bad, but if you're okay I really need to get back to work. I'll stay if you need me to." Mom said.

I looked at the clock that read three fifteen and sighed. "Yeah. I'm okay mom. I'm glad you came though."

She hugged me hard and kissed my forehead before leaving. That left me and Carter alone, in this awkward silence. "I'll go and see where the doctor is at, so she can release you." He said, and walked out.

A day before school and I'm already in the hospital. Spending the last few days of my summer in this town was the worst idea I ever agreed to.

I sat on the edge of the bed and stared again at my palm. Why didn't it leave a burn? The pain was so intense; I thought I burned my hand to a crisp. Seems like I never even touched it.

"Welcome back Ms. Briar." The doctor said, walking in with Carter behind her. She had silky brown hair, and soft brown eyes. Her white coat fit nicely on her sleek body, hugging the right parts.

I smiled and said, "Thanks." She reached inside her pocket and pulled out a thin black flash light.

"Follow the light and tell me if it causes discomfort." She said, clicking it on and shining it on my right eye, then left and then back again.

"Okay. You're good to go Katy. Try not to pass out again, you gave you're friend here a big scare." She said, looking at Carter.

"I won't." I said, and hopped off the bed. We all walked out of the room, into the long busy hallways.

I finally reached the front doors and stepped outside. Carter was right behind me, staring as usual. "What? You can't get a clear look on the crazy girl? God. Just take me home before I walk there." I snapped.

He stepped in front of me and said, "You're not crazy. I am, for not believing in you. And I'm sorry."

His face showed sincerity, which made my heart melt. I really hated when guys did the cute face that suddenly made things better. Ugh. "Okay." I said, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

He laughed and we walked to the car.

The ride back was pretty quiet. Not in an awkward sense, but more like a shy sense. "Tell me what happened back in the fort." Carter said softly, driving down Barton Street.

I looked out my window trying to find the right words to say, so he wouldn't think I was crazier then he already thought. "I told you what happened and you didn't accept it." I said, looking at my feet.

He turned onto Green Road and didn't say anything. Now it was getting awkward and I didn't know what to say next.

When he pulled into my driveway he parked, turned the car off and looked at me. "You said you heard the voices."

I nodded, feeling really stupid. "I'm not gonna try to make you believe something you don't, so just drop it." I said and got out of the car.

I heard him shuffle behind me as I put my key in the lock and opened the front door. "Katy stop. I want to know what's going on with you." He said, grabbing my arm.

"No. You don't." I said, looking right into his eyes.

He let go of my arm and took my hands. "Yes I do. I care about you enough to get involved and try to help, but you have to let me in. Please." He said.

I really hated when he talked like this. Mostly because I forget to breathe and I never know what to say afterwards. "Okay fine." I sighed.

He smiled his boyish smile that made my world turn upside down. Before I knew it, I was kissing him, right in the middle of my doorway.

I pulled away before my neighbours thought I was some skanky whore. "Come inside." I said.

"Are you sure you wanna get involved? Because there's a lot of things you don't know." I said as I closed my bedroom door and walked over to Carter sitting happily on my bed.

"I wanna know everything." He said, moving over so I could sit next to him.

I sighed and looked at my purple bead bracelet, debating if I should say anything about it. I mean, I could trust him right?

"Well, I don't like mushrooms, I don't like banana's, and don't get me started on tomatoes, those things are disgusting." I teased.

He smiled. "You know what I'm talking about."

I breathed in deeply before saying anything. "These dreams are so real. It's like the voices are right up close to my ear, but they sound like far away echoes. I can't explain why they know me or what they want; all I know is that they won't give up."

Carter nodded. "Do you think you can find out what they want?"

I shrugged and started playing with a strand of my hair. "If it comes down to that, yes."

"I'm really glad you came back Katy." He said softly.

I smiled. "How many times are you gonna tell me that?" He just laughed and weaved his fingers through mine.

Being with Carter made me feel so right. I knew I could be myself around him and not have to worry about what he thinks. If only that worked for everyone else.

"You have your thinking face on." He giggled.

I rolled my eyes, but before I could say something, I felt a small sting coming from my palm.

"Uh. I'll be back." I said, and quickly walked over to the bathroom.

I looked closely at my hand for some sort of mark or burn, but I saw nothing. Freaking out was probably the worst thing to do, but of course I was doing it. The stinging turned into a pulsing pain, so I ran cold water over it. It seemed to help for a second, and then a slicing pain ripped right through my skin. I covered my mouth with my left hand to stop from screaming. Through my tear blurred eyes, I noticed a black outlining of something forming in the middle of my palm.

It started off as a circle, and then orange flames shot out of it like a fiery sun.

Just as fast as the pain happened, it stopped, leaving the flaming sun throbbing on my hand.

I fell to the ground listening to my heart thudding behind my ears. I touched one of the flames and it felt warm against my finger.

I couldn't go back to Carter like this, he wouldn't understand at all if he saw this thing burned into my flesh. I cleared my throat and opened the door just a crack. "Carter? Uh, this is actually so embarrassing, but can we talk tomorrow? I have a girl situation to deal with."

I held my breath, hoping he would leave.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, walking closer to the bathroom.

I quickly stood up, putting my hand out of his view. "Yes its fine, but I really need to be alone. I'll see you tomorrow morning at school."

I peeked out into the hallway and saw him standing there for a while and then walking downstairs. I felt so terrible for doing this but I had to stop and think. Is this really happening to me? I shut the door and stared at my hand, figuring out how to wake up from this nightmare.

"Just breathe. Everything is going to be fine, you'll wake up and be normal." I said to myself. I ran the tap and let the cold water splash on my palm, but it did nothing. The stupid sun was still there.

After two hours of trying to get rid of the sun, I gave up and accepted that I was losing my mind. I knew as soon as mom saw this she would call the mental institute and book me a room faster than you can say hippopotamus.

I lay in bed waiting for my mom to get home. How was I going to tell her? Do I just let her see it herself and not mention it? My god, this is too hard for me.

Just then, I heard the door open downstairs. My heart pounded as I walked down and saw mom sitting in the kitchen all tired out from work.

"Hey mom." I tried to sound casual but I knew she would see through my fake façade.

She jumped up and hugged me right away. "Oh hunny! Are you okay? I'm sorry that I left you at the hospital like that." She said.

I hugged her back and said, "Oh mom, don't worry about it. I'm perfectly fine."

She smiled and sighed. "I'm gonna go change into my pajamas. You can order a pizza if you'd like."

"Pepperoni and cheese?" I asked.

"Yep." She said and walked up stairs.

She didn't notice. She didn't even flinch! This makes it a lot harder, because now I have to make her notice.

I ordered a large pep and cheese. The guy said twenty minutes, and it was already six fifteen.

Mom walks in with her blue matching penguin pajamas, without a clue. "Hey mom, I have a question." I said, calmly.

"What's up?" she said, opening the fridge to grab something.

"Do my palms look fat?" I said, shoving both of them in front of me. The sun glistened under the kitchen light.

Mom laughed and turned to face me. She looked at my hands and shook her head no, like she didn't see anything.

"Are you sure?" I asked, moving closer.

"Akaydia. You're palms are not fat." She said, eating a grape.

I held up the sun to her face and pointed at it. "This one doesn't look fat to you?"

She stared at it, and then shook her head. Dread filled my body and soul. She couldn't see it. But how could I? I started to silently freak out so I calmly walked upstairs to the bathroom and locked the door.

She didn't see it! How did she not see it? I paced back and forth, while hyperventilating to myself in the mirror. I stopped and breathed in deeply, focusing myself. I looked at my hand and started to cry.

Chapter Four.

I'm only fifteen and my mind is already blown. I stood in the bathroom for five minutes just crying out all of my feelings. Why would God do this to someone? Does he hate me that much?

I knew if I stayed up here any longer mom would notice, so I washed my face and went back down.

She was sitting at the kitchen table reading her Joyce Meyers book, completely unaware of what I was going through. "The pizza should be ready soon, can you walk over and grab it?" she asked.

"Yeah." I said, slipping on my purple shoes.

"Use my bank card; it's in my purse in the closet. The code is one four five two." She said.

I grabbed the card and went outside. The air felt cool and relaxing against my skin. It was pretty dark out here for only six thirty.

I was half way there when I heard a familiar laugh coming from behind me. My body drained of all color as I turned around to see Laura and two other girls walking towards me. Laura was wearing blue shorts and a black sweater that barely fit her slim figure.

"Wow. I can't believe they actually let the freak out of the cage." She laughed.

My brain screamed for me to keep walking but my feet stayed planted on the sidewalk. She got close enough for me to smell weed and her damn perfume.

"Is she f*cking broken?" The small black haired girl asked.

"Leave me alone Laura." I said putting my hands in my pockets, and walked away. Of course I knew she wouldn't stop until she was satisfied, but I kept walking and walking.

"Get back here you bitch!" She shouted. I heard them running after me, so I bolted down the street and ran into Venice beach. Thankfully she didn't follow me inside, but the hard part was walking back.

I grabbed the pizza and ran home. Hopefully the pizza was still warm and still a pizza.

I walked inside and locked the front door. "Great! I'm starving." Mom said from the kitchen.

She grabbed two plates and set them on the table for us. I put the box on the table and put moms' card back in her purse. "This looks amazing. I'm taking three, I don't know about you." She laughed as she slapped three cheesy pieces onto her plate.

I forced a smile and grabbed two pieces. It was still warm and very delicious, but I wasn't even hungry. I only ate because if I didn't, mom would know something was wrong.

"Are you all packed up for school?" She asked, biting into her second piece.

"No." I said, staring at my palm that I placed on my lap, under the table.

"Why not? School starts tomorrow." She said.

"I know mom. I'll do it tonight." I said, standing up to grab a drink from the fridge.

She was quiet for a few seconds then said, "Alright then."

I poured a glass of five alive and gulped it down. "I'm gonna go do it now. I'll see you in the morning." I said and walked upstairs.

I lay in my bed and cried. I wanted to hear my dad's voice and wondered why he hasn't called lately.

I suddenly got the urge to cut. I knew it was a horrible thing to do, but the feeling was like a nagging alarm. Do it! Do it!

I sat up and breathed slowly in and out. Tears kept pouring down my cheeks as the nagging grew stronger and stronger. "Breathe Katy. You can fight it." I sobbed.

I jumped up and squeezed my phone out of my pocket and searched through my songs. I clicked Super Bass by Nicki Minaj, put it on my dresser and started dancing while I grabbed my school bag from my closet and packed it up for tomorrow morning.

I put enough paper in all the binders and sharpened most of my pencils and placed them neatly in my orange pencil case. The music helped a lot and I was so proud of myself for overcoming the urge.

It was going on seven forty five, so I got into my SpongeBob pajamas and went to brush my teeth. I heard Joyce blare from the TV downstairs. Mom and her God stuff.

After that, I lied in bed and let my mind wander. Of course Carter pops up the second he gets the chance to. Explaining about earlier today was going to be the most awkward conversation I'm ever going to have. He said he wanted to be involved, so he's involved.

My eyes started to close and I drifted into a nice sleep.

Cold and bright. I was laying down on something soft, and I was wearing nothing but a white gown. I sat up, and took in this remarkable place. Everything was a stunning white, from the walls to the chairs and even the floor. It smelt like lavender and mint. I knew I was dreaming when I saw the most gorgeous woman appear from the white stair case. Her incredibly long, golden vibrant hair was braided and trailed down her back. Her eyes were a soft blue, matching her flowing gown that swayed against her slim body. She was absolutely beautiful.

"I'm glad you're awake." She smiled, her voice giving me goose bumps.

"Who are you?" I said softly.

She walked over to the bed I was sitting on and sat beside me. She smelt like lavender and pine.

"I am Sierra, Succubus of Souls." She said.

"Why am I here?"

"You are here because you have been touched by black fire. It is my duty to read your soul, to see if it has been tainted by the black spirits." She said with pride.

I stared at the glowing sun in disbelief. "Are you the voices?"

"Oh goodness no! They are Marshenya's demons, Succubus of Dreams." She said, her voice changing to a protective tone.

"Why is this happening to me? I didn't do anything to anyone." I pleaded.

She half smiled and patted my arm. Her skin was scary cold, making me shiver. "Young child, tell me your name."

"Katy." I said.

She nodded and stood up, holding out her hand in front of me. "Do not be afraid Katy."

I stared at her for a while and took her hand. She gently pulled me to my feet and steadied me in front of her. "Close your eyes and do not open them for anything, until I say so." She said.

I nodded and closed my eyes. My heart thudded behind my ears, as I felt her cool breath against my lips. She was whispering some weird language that I didn't recognize and then she placed her lips on mine and breathed in deeply. A shrieking metal against metal sound burst around me but I kept my eyes squeezed shut. My body felt very light and tingly but then went back to normal.

"Open your eyes." She said, gracefully.

I slowly readjusted my eyes to the white room. Sierra was smiling really wide at me. "What just happened?" I asked.

"You are something very special Katy. I have read your soul and it is magnificent. Not a drop of evil has tainted it." She said happily.

That was supposed to make me feel better, but it didn't. "What does that even mean?"

Her expression softened and she took my tattooed hand. "The white Goddess, Camille, has chosen you to be her Princesa. You will learn to control your element and use it only for good." She smiled, lifting up my hand to reveal the sun. But it wasn't orange, it was a light blue. The flames were white and outlined blue, shadowed with a darker blue.

"Oh my god! It's beautiful." I said, tracing the edges of it.

Sierra laughed. "You have a very important role to play Katy. I don't know why you have been chosen, the white Goddess works in mysterious ways and she chooses by her own will. If you, however, fail to abide this task, you will be stripped from all memory up till three days ago. I will send my best trainer to guide you along your journey. My love and best wishes are with you Katy." She said, and then a blast of white light blinded me.

I woke up, blinking hard and confused. I kicked the blankets off, and checked my phone. Six twenty five am. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I fixed my rat nest hair and noticed the sun tattoo was blue. Flashes of the dream came back to me all in a rush, making me tumble back a few steps.

"Oh god. It was real." I whispered.

I calmed myself down by breathing slowly, and sitting on the edge of the tub. Sierra said that I was chosen for some bullshit role that I didn't even believe. Or did I? Just as I thought things couldn't get worse, I noticed a silver pearl bracelet under my purple bead bracelet. The pearls circled around, connecting four metal stones. They each read, Only You Can See.

What the hell does that mean? And how was I supposed to contact Sierra when I needed her, like now for instance.

Sitting in the bathroom wasn't going to do anything, so I put on my jeans and sweater and went down stairs to eat.

I thought about what Sierra meant, when she said she would send one of her trainers to help me. What if some bald, fat, toothless man knocks on my door? That would be a hard one to explain to mom.

I chomped on a bowl of Reese's Puffs and went back upstairs to grab my backpack and phone.

My phone was half dead because silly old me forgot to charge it, once again. I saw one missed call from Jessica at nine thirty last night, wonder what she wanted.

"Oh. You're up." Mom said from my door way, in her Tim Horton's uniform. She looked strangely different, almost younger.

"Yeah. I don't wanna be late for my first day." I said, grabbing my bag and my phone charger.

"That's the spirit." She yawned.

I giggled and hugged her tightly. "You're cute mom." She yawned again and wrapped one tired arm around me.

We went downstairs to the kitchen. I felt extremely uncomfortable all of a sudden. "I'll be working late tonight, so no funny stuff. Got it?" Mom said, pouring herself some OJ.

I rolled my eyes and plugged my charger under the microwave; at least my phone will get some battery. "Where did you put my schedule? I'm definitely going to need that." I said, sitting down at the table.

Mom reached up to the fridge and brought down a folded white paper. "You'll be fine Katy. You always are." She said, handing me the paper.

I took it and stuffed it neatly into my sweater pocket. "Yeah." You don't even know the half of it, I thought. I wonder what life would be like if mom wasn't in the dark about everything. Hell. That's what.

"Shit. It's already seven, I gotta go hunny. I'll be home around ten thirty." Mom said, hugging me and walking over to put on her shoes and grab her purse. "Have a good day at school sweetie." And she left.

I really can't even begin to process myself walking alone to school. Ugh, I am officially a loser.

I ran upstairs to put on some makeup, okay a lot of makeup and straightened my hair. What? You never know whose looking.

By the time I finished working on my face, it was seven thirty. I heard a knock on the front door and had a mini heart attack. What if it was the bald guy! Oh dear god help me.

To my relief it wasn't the bald guy, but it was Carter. Something about him looked strangely different, but I couldn't figure out what. Plus I didn't know what to say to him after yesterday. "Hey, come on in." I said, moving aside. He stepped in, smelling like old spice. He was wearing a white t shirt, a blue hoodie, grey sweat pants and carried a black backpack.

I felt very weird around him, like something was off and I didn't like it at all. He walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. I followed behind him and sat on the counter across from him. "Everything okay?" I said, trying to make conversation.

He shifted in his chair and sighed. "Yeah everything's fine."

"Well okay. Do you wanna walk with me to school?" I asked, feeling dumb.

He smiled. "Of course."

I grabbed my keys, my cell, and my backpack, turned off the lights and set the alarm. The 0weather was cold and depressing, but it was nice. "What classes do you have?" I asked.

"Bio, math, and football. You?" He said.

I grabbed the paper out of my sweater and read, "Math, English, science and fitness."

"Good. You have fitness when I do, we can meet up and walk home together." He smiled.

"Sounds good."

We got to the school at eight oh two. "God, I'm so nervous. I don't even know where room one twenty nine is." I said, looking around the halls. It was very large and smelt weird, like most schools.