The Unsacred Gift

Have you ever had a dream that came to life? How about losing the one you love and not being able to save them? What about a gift that you were cursed with? Well image having all three like Sicily “Sissy” Monroe.

“Some might say what I have is a gift. I say, I want to return it.” Sissy declares.

Sicily “Sissy” Monroe has all the qualities of a perfect young lady. She is almost where she wants to be in life. But lying deep in the pupil of her eyes hold something that she cannot get rid of which interferes with her plans. She fights everyday with no one but herself. After having her first vision at age six of her sister's (Misty) disappearance and the dreams of failing to save her, Sissy wants no part in another person's fate. For years Sissy tried hard to avoid contact with people because she feared foreseeing their death. In keeping with this, she tries to stay away from her family. Little did Sissy know she could not run from her past, or her gift. She hopes someone will put her out of her misery, but she will soon discover that her visions and dreams were just a mere image of herself.

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As I walked to my room I was contemplating telling her about Misty, my dreams about her, and most important, about the visions that haunted me in the daytime.

I walked in the bedroom and closed my door. I turned off the light and got into bed, on top of the covers because it was still hot. I knew it had to be at least eighty degrees that night.

I just rested my head on the pillows. I was too tired to care about the heat, I just wanted to let this day be over with. In just a few minutes I drifted off to sleep.

I found myself in a forest. It was a gloomy day, and everything was so green. The trees smelled of fresh pine, and the ground was covered in brown leaves and small branches that looked like they had just been broken off in a storm. Everything was covered in fog. I could barely see in front of me, the fog was so thick. The sky was gray, almost black. It seemed like early morning, dawn.

I stood there looking around, and then I heard voices. It sounded like children’s voices playing. “Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posy, ashes, ashes, we all fall down!” Laughter rang around the whole forest.

I keep circling around, trying to see where the voices were coming from. I yelled “Is someone there?”—it echoed through the forest. A dark, deep voice brushed up against my ear. NO, SISSY! The voice was a demonic sound from the underworld.

I gasped for air, and my heart stopped instantly. I looked around frantically, but no one was there. I started to run, but I couldn’t pick up my feet. Struggling to move my feet, I noticed that the ground began to open. I screamed, but no sound came out. Pulling and pulling, I tried to lift myself up out of the black hole that was trying to suck me in. Finally I gave in and let it consume me.

Everything was dark. I couldn’t breathe. I struggled in the massive black hold, and a light started to shine above me. It was a circle, like the sun, but moved in waves. As my vision began to clear up, bubbles appeared out of nowhere. I looked around, and I was swimming in a lake. How did I get here? I wondered. I tried to swim up to the top, to get some air. But my foot was caught in some branches at the bottom of the lake. I grabbed the branches and detangled my foot from the thick weeds, freeing me to swim. I kicked and struggled, and then noticed a white sweater floating near me.

I stopped struggling, and focused on the sweater. It floated in the water like a jellyfish dancing to a song. I grabbed the sweater and examined it. It looks like Misty’s sweater. All of a sudden, a hand grabbed my leg, pulling me down. I screamed through the water. The only sound that came out was the sound of bubbles forming, the sounds that my throat was making…and then I woke up.

I was still screaming; I sat up and grabbed my chest. I was afraid my heart had stopped. The dream had felt so real. I rubbed my forehead, wiping the sweat off, and tried to catch my breath. I had never had a dream like this before.

My hair was stuck to my head, I’d gotten all sweaty. When I ran my fingers through it to pull it off my neck, I found a leaf stuck in my hair. I grabbed the leaf, and looked at it. “It was just a dream,” I said to myself. Or was it?

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