Nature.

When I go hiking and only the sound of birds and wind brushing the trees.

Night.

The silent might at my mothers small town, with only the crickets to be heard.

Snow.

The morning, day or night of a heavy snowfall with no sound or movement in sight.

These moments are the moments to feel free, open my mind and enjoy the beauty of life.

Failure.

It hurts to fail.

It hurts not being successful.

It hurts being where I'm at. Not to succeed or accomplish.

It hurts seeing others get better, while Im just here.

It hurts so much that Im not going anywhere.

But there is that speck of positivity, that one speck that always beats the negativity.

And it whispers to me, "It's gonna be okay."

After my episode I am feeling back to myself, even though I can still vividly remember and feel everything.

Mac had left me in the interrogation room for a bit while he let the captain know that I was having a personal issue and needed time to calm down.

I hate this. This is the only thing that causes me to have panic attacks. Normally Im very calm and collected but this, this breaks me down into a million pieces and hate it.

I take a few breaths before stepping out and heading towards my desk.

Mac sits by his desk going through some paperwork. I already know for what. Missing person's report.

"Hey." My voice is hoarse sounding. Didnt realize how bad it hit me 'til now.

"How you doing?" He sets the papers down and looks down at me.

Macario "Mac" Robles. My partner and crime, literally. He has been my good friend and best friend's bf. He is like a brother to me. Someone to talk too when my actual brother isnt there.

Mac is a big guy. He isnt tall but he is very built. He is just about two inches taller then me, and Im average height yet to some I am "tall", so yes he is short. He has really short black hair, that there is no need to get it done. The one thing is his eyes, he has a hazel eye and a light green eye, Heterochromia Iridum. And that is how he got my BFF.

"I have been better, though my body is exhausted and beaten." I look down at my feet. "Really beaten..."

"Did you see anything this time?" He asks.

I sit down on my chair and rest my elbows on my thighs. "No, other than pain. The worse part is that it happened here and close by." I sit up straight, " my god! I could have done something. Anything to help the poor girl out!" I start to shout, without realizing. "Mac! I could have helped her out but how! How-"

Mac stands up quickly and comes over to me grabbing my shoulders, "Aneli."

My panic starts to calm after his hold. He pulls me into the interrogation room once more and keeps a hold of my arm. "Aneli, you need to stay calm. Please. I know that you wish you could have helped her out but you need to stay calm. The least you can do is save her family." He assures me.

I pull away from with frustration, "How Mac? When I dont remember a single thing from my dream! I wrote what I could and it's nothing. Absolutely nothing! She's already dead, Mac" my voice cracks. "She's dead. How can I protect when I dont even know where she is at. How can I relief her family from pain if I dont even know where to begin! How." I start my cries again. This always happened. My fear and pain would take over. I never knew how to make things better for myself.

"We will find her. Aneli and we will fight for whats right for her." He assures me once more.

He hugs me tight, relieving that pain I was facing. He always knew how to make my panic go away.

We stay there for another 5 mins before really, REALLY getting myself together and head out to our desks to get things done.

We fall into a work flow going through paperwork, and trying to investigate some issues. Throughout our small breaks, I get my journal where I write down all my premonitions, dreams, and apparition feelings. Today I write down every detail I can remember from this morning.

The dream.

The pain.

The fear.

That's all I have on my journal, nothing, nothing is in my journal that can help me find this girl. The worse part is finding the person that did this to her, but where and how?

By the time my day is over I have nothing.

"Nel, ready to go?"

I nod my head. I grab my stuff and we both head out.

The weather is cold, cloudy with a chance of rain. Normally this weather Im fine with but today it is making my mood worse.

We both decide to have some dinner and try to figure things out. So we head to Chinatown and have some Asian cuisine. As we wait for our food, Mac converses with Rita, his girlfriend and my BFF.

"Tell her I said hi." I smile to him. I stand up and grab our orders.

I take a seat, and start munching. Now Im really back to myself. Relaxing eating like a normal person should.

We both zone out and focus on our food.

"So, Rita and I have planned a weekend at her parents cabin. Think you'll be fine without us?"

"Mackie... "I use the nickname that he hates, only myself and Rita like to make fun of.

He raises an eyebrow at me as he hews on his food.

"Yes. Geez you aren't my only friends."

He raises his eyebrow again.

"Okay fine geez. Ill be fine. I have Lou."

"Lou, doesnt count she's your cousin."

"Fwuk u.." Is all you can hear since my insult was muffled by chewing.

He chuckles and continues eating. As we finish the last bit of our food, we relax some more, but too soon our phone is ringing.

Work phone.

My blood drains to my toes and I know ai turned white as a sheet. My dream.

"Rojas." I answer it in a cold voice.

"Aneli, we have been contacted by a witness about a victim found by a hiking trail. Please have Mac and yourself meet us here. Ill send you the address."

"Its okay I know where it is..." I say monotone as I hang up.

Hiking trail the only hiking trail near my house. 8.5 miles away.

She was murdered 8.5 miles away from house.

When I first met Mac, we were both new to the force. I had recently finished my schooling and he had a year under his belt but under a different work field. We have been partners for about two years now. He is the only one within the work scene that knows my secret. How he seemed to figure it out on his own.

He half African American/ Hispanic so lets just say a lot comes from that.

He would always tell me the things his grandmother on his dad side would tell her about the gifted people and voodoo stuff, while on his mom side it was always wear this wear that, be careful because of this, pretty much superstitious. Over all his instinct was right.

I had a really bad dream and woke up screaming my lungs out.

It was an event that was going to happen. To an unknown and I got to experience their trouble in my dream. Usually when I wake up I can feel the pain they are suffering on their body. At times these dreams are like a vision to what is to come. So that night Mac had stayed over at my place after a drunken night when his longtime girlfriend broke his heart.

He came running and noticed my panic. He had an idea. That is when he told me. And I freaked out. I mean we had become close friends so quickly but it felt almost like an invasion of privacy for what he did. He says he was observing my actions when I had "nightmares" and he noticed a pattern.

Those "nightmares" were signs and I would immediately know what was to come even before it happened.

At that moment I couldnt really understand him, but i did. So when I woke up that day I told him everything, not before the dream.

Which was a fire that was going to happen around my place and an older lady was going to burn and possibly die.

He believed me straight away. We had been working in the field together for about six months now, when I was able to trust him.

Now with my family its different. First, I dont know how this started. All I know is that my dreams were getting more and more stronger and was taking a toll at my body. When I finally said something to my mom she started taking notes. Then one day she was watching the news and she turned pale white when she ran to her room grabbed the notebook and came running back to the living room and stared at the tv. She watched it intensely when she looked down searched through her notes until she found what she was looking for. She looked at me and was speechless. I was 10.

We both tried to tell my father but he thought we were insane. At this point my father was already loosing it himself. A year later he walked out on us and never came back.

My mother and older brother were the only ones that helped me out. We didnt reach out to the cops when things happened. Most of the time we didnt know when and where it would happen.

My brother decided to use me as a resource when he went to the police academy.

Being 7 yes older then me. He was able to go to a work field and help with my vague but helpful information.

The only other person that knew was my best friend Talia. I met her at our senior year in high school.

She was new and all my friends were slowly drifting away from me. And it was because of my dreams.

Talia was the best. She didnt undertand but she understood. She is loke my sister. She has been my only friend after high school and still is. Lets just say that after my new job and partner things bloomed with her and Mac.

Both of my best friends together. Its like a teen movie waiting to happen with us three.

Its been a couple of days since I have had a weird dream but everyday I wake up in pure fear, of what I dont know. I try to think of good and happy thoughts but nothing helps. At times I get cold and at times I feel pain in my body.

Today its the same. Pain and fear. I try to get it off my mind but still nothing. I quickly get ready and head out the door and take a taxi since im to scared to drive.

I arrive at the office trying to stay positive and collected but pain starts to rise at my head. I dont know what to do. Im scared and in pain. I quickly head in and sit down trying to stay awake and alive. I slowly reach for a drawer from my desk and grab some pain killers.

"Neli." I hear my named being called.

I try to get up but no use. Im scared.

Realization hit me. I dont know whats wrong with me. But I do. That dream wasnt a dream its was an image.

"Mac!" I shout his name.

I hear him coming. "Whats wrong? Neli. Neli? Are you okay?"

He tries to get a response from my but I stay put. I lean on my desk head resting and arms covering my head.

"Mac..." I whisper in pain. "It hurts." Now im tearing up. " it hurts."

"Aneli...." His voice is soft. Immediately he knows whats happening. He reaches to me and takes me to the private room. He sits me down and closes the door gently making sure no noise is heard. Closing the blinds he comes over to me and crouches down to me. "Aneli?"

"'Mac.... I can feel the pain." I sit up but still hurting. This time though its fading. Slowly.

Mac stays quite one hand on my knee putting pressure.

"I saw it couple nights but couldnt believe. I thought it was a dream.... I can feel the pain. The hurt. The pulsing on my head." I pause. "Her head. Her pain. Her fear. "

"Aneli..."

Tears running down my eyes. I couldnt hold it in. I was no longer scared. I was me again and myself was scared for her. Sorrow. I couldnt help but sob.

I just felt someone dying but worse. I just felt her get murdered.

"I felt her getting hurt, getting killed. I just felt her getting murdered."

At an instant I wake up. It was all a damn dream. But it was sooo real. I look around my room to make sure it was and sigh heavily with relieve. I stand up barefooted and step out of my room to get some cold much needed water.

The perks of living on my own is walking out of my room in just my underwear and a silk cami I got for my 21st bday. I step into my small kitchen grab a bottled of water sitting on my counter and take a sip. Walking out and into my living room, I sit and grab my throw pillow to stay warm. Even though my place is warm. I look over my clock and shows that it is just after 3 am. I sigh, " look at that the witching hour..." I lay my head on the couch and just try to relax.

I absolutely hate my nightmares. They always come to hunt me as I get older. The worse part is that, they feel so weird I just don't know why i feel traumatized by all this. The other worse part its that these dreams I can never remember unless I really try. And when I do, I sometimes hope I dont.

Slowly falling asleep, i start to feel that pull of the nasty dream again, of me screaming or a girl?

Quickly I jolt with fear and shake my head.

"What in the hell is wrong with me?" I mutter.*

#fiction #thriller #supernatural

"Stop!!" I yelled. Running away from the person that chased after me. I was breathing heavily. Panting the words out as I ran.

I dont how I ended up here in the middle of the night but all I know is that i got to get away from them. I dont really notice where I am at until make a turn at a curve and to a small neighborhood. My old neighborhood. Where I grew up.

"Get back here you little bitch!" He yelled. His voice distant but get close. I pick up my pace when i arrive at my childhood home. Instead of going in through the front door I go through the back like a typical habit of mine.

Opening the door from the back and shutting it closed, hiding from those who were after me. After a small pausing I check out my surroundings. I have not been here in years. Not after my dad passed away. I take a few steps forward and notice the living room is absolutely trashed. The kitchen is a mess and the kitchen table is falling apart. "What happened?" I whisper to myself. Forgetting that this is no longer my home.

I walk towards the hallway that leads me to my old room and slowly open the door when there is a sudden knock to the front door of the house.

"Open up, darling." His voice was menacing behind the closed door.*