Prologue

She found herself standing in the kitchen and not sure why she was there. Blinking a few times, she focused on the room. No one else was in it. Turning quickly, she headed towards the stairs, almost running into her mother.

“I thought you were coming to get a snack?”

Felicity stared blankly at the floor. “I – uh – I forgot about a project.” She turned and backed slowly towards the door. “I’ll be back down after I get my outline finished.” She turned and ran with rubber legs towards the stairs.

Closing her bedroom door, she leaned against it, shaking. That was close. If they knew she was still having these – what? Dreams? Whatever, they would have her back in therapy faster than she could blink.

Taking a deep breath, she quickly walked into her enormous closet and closed the door behind her. She knelt on the floor and pulled the shoe box out from its hiding place under the bottom shelf. Pulling the notebook out, she flipped to the first blank page.

Closing her eyes, she wrote without really looking at it, what she could remember. It hadn’t been anything terrible or earth-shattering, but she still wrote it down.

After she finished, she closed the notebook, then carefully hid it back in its secret place. Sitting back against the wall she wrapped her arms around her waist and hugged herself.

Still feeling a little shaky, she took a few deep breaths—at least she didn’t pass out or throw up. They were happening more often, these vision things. She frowned; it was getting harder to hide the fact that she was still having them. So far, she’d been able to find a story fast enough to cover up anytime it had happened—headaches, upset stomach, or some forgotten project. So far, they were buying her excuses and mishaps, but she knew it was only a matter of time before she had a really strong one, and then she wouldn’t be able to fake through what happened afterward.

She picked at the dress hanging on the back of the door; she wasn’t going to think about how her parents treated her. Maybe she was some sort of weirdo, but weren’t your parents supposed to love you no matter what?

One more year and she could leave and fade out of their overpriced world.