GENRE: YA Fantasy
I killed a man.
Two nights ago.
A creepy guy with a knife came at me.
I never saw him before and have no idea who he was.
Right after I left him lying in his own blood, I woke up screaming.
Destiny, the dietary aide at the mental hospital where I work after school said, “Dreams foretell the future, Samantha.”
That spooked me out, but then maybe she was wrong.
Ever since school ended today, I've been dreading this moment. My stomach lurches when I realize this will be a test of Destiny's prophesy. I've got my fingers crossed that she's wrong.
The bus driver pulls off to the side of the road and shouts to me, “Mental Hospital.” He lets me out and drives away.
My heart's pounding. I force my feet to keep going, even though I want to run after the bus and yell, “Wait. Don't leave me here. I'm only sixteen. I'm not ready for this.”
The bus pulls out of sight. It doesn't matter, because something makes me keep moving toward the hospital.
It's so cold, even for northern Wisconsin in December. Snowflakes rush down from the skies and bite my face. My breath comes out in frosty vapors. I pull the hood of my ski jacket over my head and wish I had a weapon. That's how bad this place spooks me out.
What spooks me the most is that I won't be able to stop what happens next.