How the secret was out

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.