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Chapter 8

Cat fell through her ceiling so quickly her body bounced five feet in the air after she hit her bed. She clipped her head on the wooden bed post on the way back down, and with a burst of pain, the world went black.                                                                                           

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Tabitha wasn't flying this time, but found herself sitting on warm white sand, feet in the frothing water of the endless diamond ocean. She loved sitting right at the edge where the waves washed gently over her. Her and her best friend spent hours building sand castles, digging motes, and mildly harassing the creatures they found in the sand.

Tabitha looked at the shimmering castle standing guard not too far behind her, and wondered if they'd be able to build something that magnificent out of sand someday. She stood, sending out tendrils of the light inside of her to burrow into the sand.

Her friend came to stand beside her, and she took his hand in hers. She concentrated on moving her light to the correct places as the sand began to rise, creating a much smaller version of a corner tower—barely reaching her knees. But it was perfect. She squeezed her friend's hand, and he sent a white hot streak of flame onto the sand, completely covering it. When the flames faded, a two foot tower made of glass stood proudly in front of them.

She stared into her friend's beautiful lavender eyes and gave him a peck on the mouth. He fell to the ground and pretended to throw up, which would have upset her if she hadn't seen him smile first.

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She came to with sunlight streaming through her window and several million braincells having a rager in her head.

Lavender eyes. Was that a memory? Or a weird convergence of reality and her dreams? In her dream the sand had seemed to form itself into a castle, though Cat knew it was at the direction of the little girl. A little girl that looked a hell of a lot like her.

Cat carefully sat up and touched the back of her head. She flinched, both from the sticky, matted hair and the accompanying pain. She grabbed her phone and swore when she realized it was 9:15. She held the phone behind the back of her head and took a few pictures. She sent her boss one of the clearer ones and asked for the day off.

Boss Bitch: OMG CAT! What happened?

Cat: Too much. Hit head on bed post.

Boss Bitch: Shit. It was someone else's bed post right? Didn't you have a date last night?

Cat: Yeah, but went home alone.

Boss Bitch: Get some rest, nun.

Well, that's rude. If only she could tell her that she'd been with two very hot guys in one night. Errr, in a manner of speaking. Debbie would probably start seizing.

Cat slowly got out of bed to take a shower. She carefully avoided touching the goose egg (woohoo—not a concussion) on her head, but made sure to clean the blood out of her hair. She got dressed and headed for Target, her main source of therapy.

It was a beautiful spring morning, so she chose to walk the two blocks rather than drive. She put in her air pods, pulled up her Happy Music list—which contained a delightful array of Brittney Spears, Justin Timerlake, Katy Perry, and any other musician and song that made her smile. She scrolled through until she landed on "Fuck You." Delightful song.

She hummed along as she walked to the beat of the music, her head swaying. She decided to cut through the park since the flowers were now in full bloom. "Fuck yooouuhoohoo."

A mother with a young child glared at her, and tugged the kid to the other side of the park. Oops.Doesn't count as a curse when singing along to a song. Cat would 100% die on that hill.

She watched a little girl pick a flower and hand it to her father. Sweet.

The hairs on the back of her neck rose. Next to him, she could just barely make out a splotch of color. It was like looking through a sprinkler and seeing a rainbow. Only there was no water.

Her mind went back to what happened at Henry's home. What she had seen—and her heart skipped a beat. She turned off the music and took a step back, stopping at the edge of the path. No way in hell was she stepping on the grass. She jogged out of the park, and made her way to Target on the much busier side walk.

Jumping at refractions now. Totally normal. Nothing to be concerned about. Nothing at all.Her heart settled as soon as she walked into Target and took a deep lungful of air tinged with Starbucks and possibilities—and then she just knew. Everything was going to be okay. 

                                                                                 Author's Note

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