Prologue-
All I could think of was how hungry and cold I was...no blankets no pillows, nothing. Just me and my frozen limp body lying on a hard freezing floor, with no-one to help me.
Thats when I knew I didn't have the life I wanted, the life I wished for...the life I thought I had...
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CHAPTER 1
Shadows
-Monday, June 3rd (present)-
I awaken from my grey worn out sheets, I look around at my room and theres a beautiful orangey sunrise coming in through my window brighting the place up. Making it so pretty to look at. I get up from my bed around 7:15 AM to start get ready for the day. I felt my thick brown hair tangled which I mean, it always took at least five minutes to undo. I was getting out of bed, And I noticed this shadow. This shadow was familiar; like I've seen it before only it wasn't mine. One that was kinda like mine but this one was tied up and on the floor shivering; lonely and cold. I put it in the back of my mind and got up to do my morning routine. I start walking out my apartment door when I got a call.
"David, hey its Lilly, how are you feeling?, How are the nightmares? Are they getting worse?" She said.
"Oh Hey lil, Im alright, The nightmares are ok they're getting better" I lied.
"Well thats good!, Are you coming to class today?" She said.
"Yea i'll go" I said.
"Alright, see you then"
"alright, see ya."
Im David Anderson. Im 23 year old male. And I'm Taking a part-time job and college class. I study child psychology. Observing how children develop mentally, with or around parents. Im an intern at the UCLA phycology clinic.
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At exactly 12:00 PM. The class got up from their seats and started packing their bags, in a rush to get out. I was about to walk out when Lilly Thompson (my friend) stopped me and grabbed my arm to pull me aside and said, "Hey Dave, I need to talk to you" her pretty ocean eyes were concerned...tense almost. I looked at her and said, "Sure lil, what's up?"
"Are you alright, Dave?" She said.
"Yea, I'm fine. Why? Whats up?"
"What happened to your arms?"
I looked at my arms and there it was, there were these clusters of bruises on each of my forearms. A mixture of Purple, red, and yellow. And they definitely weren't there this morning. I looked down at Lilly, " Huh, Im actually not sure" I said.
"I've never seen these kinds of bruises before, If you don't know where they came from you should probably call a doctor to check up on you." She looked at my arms again. "Do they hurt?" She said. I looked at my arms then softly pressed my bruise cluster, "yep" I chuckled. "It definitely hurts"
"You need to call a doctor"
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Gifted Eyes
Mystery / ThrillerA 23-year old Child psychologist named David Anderson, Has twisted vivid dreams, and has no memory of what happened before his coma when he was 13. Later on, David slowly realizes that his dreams aren't what he thinks they are. And he finally real...
