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CHAPTER 001

 I can still see the flames engulfing my house. when I close my eyes to sleep each night. I’m always shrouded by a pitch black void that just leaves me and the house alone.  Sometimes I hear my father's voice screaming in the flames, but other times I wake up with my father beside me looking at me with pure terror in his eyes and when I look around I always spot record player with the vinyl playing and it’s always the same sound crackling noise of the fire and debris falling down.

“Do you think that you subconscious is trying to tell you something?”  looking up at me, her words hanging in the air like a flickering flame. Dreams can often bring forth suppressed emotions and experiences that we might be ignoring in our daily lives. I don't know what my subconscious tell me besides the things I already know, and what I know is that his death was not an accident. Growing up with my father in the I came to noticed the unusual things he did. He never liked it when people stood behind or the fact that I knew had guns hidden throught out the house and when did ask him about all these things, he would tell me “Ill tell you when your older.

“I know”, she said crossing her leg over, but they could be could hold some of the answers you’re looking for, staring intently. There was a sudden shift in the air as she said it, like she knew more then she let on. 

Before we end this session, she said. she’s stands up and walks over to her desk” I want you to write about these dreams in this,” and pulls out a journal. This is a journal for you to keep track of your dreams and each time you come back, you can tell me about them and how you felt in the moment. 

After grabbing the journal and saying our goodbyes I started to make my way out of the office buildings, “ Are my dreams really trying to tell me something” I thought to myself. Zipping up my leather jacket I strolled down the street with the city lights illuminating  against my face.  Every time I think of him I feel a squeezing sensation in my chest. Walking some more I hear grunting noises, following with pleads and laughter . Getting closer I’m left to turn in a empty alleyway. Sighing I turn around and make my way back but being curious I walk back down the corner and peek my head. 

I see what it looks like to be three man and a black van, thier all wearing mouthless masks with one eyehole they’re talking to man who’s battered body is kneeling on the ground and laughing.

Wow this fucker is really laughing a deep voice says,  it looks like it’s coming from the one with  long hair by the way he’s shaking his head, let’s hurry up and finish this shit  I’m ready to leave now one of the say. The one with black hair pulls out a gun and points it at the injured man's head. I start breathing fast and my hands become clammy, and before  bullet rang  through alleyways the man with black hair  makes eye contact with me freezing completely in place, I couldn’t move an inch  of my body the only thing I could feel was the way my heart fell through my chest. Hearing the thud of the man’s body.  I built up the courage to start running, I felt the vibration of my phone  on my side and picked it up “ Douglas are you here??!

“Yes, buts wrong you sound out of breath,

“Dont worry about it i'm just running, “looking behind me before facing front  

Spotting his car I pick up my pace even more and enter the limo quickly 

“Im really tired so can we head home quickly,” catching my breath

His eyes looked at me with concern from the front view mirror as we set off home.

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Coughing up the smoke I didn't  bother to look around, I only stared at the dancing flames as they trail up my body. I hear footsteps as they get closer to my body, they stop beneath me and I feel my body rise. Peeking one eye open I look up to see the man with the black mask, hes walking us out of the house. I open the both of my eyes to see the full moon as he sets me down the ground. Gazing at the sky I feel a cold piece of metal pressed against my head. Hearing the trigger clink back my body jerked awake.

“Good morning ms. Moore how did you sleep” the voice coming from the maid.  I've had better nights, walking into the kitchen I found my mother in there wrapped up in a white robe. Im sorry I didnt get to ask how your session was last night work, was keeping me late, grabbing my banna and muffin “its fine “

“Wait Naomi are not gonna eat breakfast  with us?” 

‘Im fine “ 

“ It doesnt matter, you should eat with us like a family”

“Youre the last person to speak about family” muttering under my breath 

“What did you say!”

“I said that yo–

“ladies , ladies lets calm down,” Mr. Devereaux says while walking in london “Why dont we let Naomi skip breakfast so she  doesnt get late for school, he says before kissing her cheek and you have some telework waiting for you sweetheart so lets just leave this for another day. 

Muttering thank you I walk out not before seeing london sideeye me, we have been having problems since the day got here, but most of the time she dont speak to me. 

Settling in the car I look out the window to see the house, I still can never get used to it. The house an all white french chateau, my mother all this time was leaving in mansion after she decided that she wanted to cheat on my father twice, I guess she wanted something better then what my father was giving to her. Leaning my head against the glass I get this feeling that I should enjoy my life right now.

A/N: This is not edited sorry; I just want advice to improve my writing/storytelling skills.