GENRE: YA Supernatural Thriller
It'd been four years since I'd really slept and I suspected it was killing me. I could just imagine my obituary: Parker Daniel Chipp, a 16-year-old junior at Oakville High School, died of sleep deprivation. Or would it be listed as something lame like 'natural causes?' Either option was weak, but it wasn't like I had a choice.
While most people got to rest, enjoying their own dreams, fantasies--even nightmares--I had to stand on the sideline. Being a watcher sucked, especially when everyone else was a dreamer.
The worst part was, once you caught my eye, I couldn't get free. No matter how much I wanted to escape, I was stuck with you for the night.
Like last month when I left the Oakville City Library and made one of my biggest mistakes--meeting the eyes of the library's janitor, James Albert Flint. It only took a week for the police to arrest him. I would've helped them, but they'd never believe some punk kid had witnessed Mr. Flint murder his wife in a dream. He might be behind bars, but I couldn't escape the images he left me with.
Watching the dreams of strangers was always a risk. But it was so late, and I was so tired--finding someone else to make eye contact with before going to sleep seemed like more work than it was worth. Besides, the old geezer probably had nice, boring dreams.
The instant his dream began I knew I'd been dead wrong.