THREE

"Do you see him?" 

I gasped in my bed and my hands pressed against my head as the sound of loud train tracks squeaks. I was fully awake, I might have been drifting off asleep before, but now, I'm awake and aware that there were trains coming to a stop, which bloody hurts your ears.

I sat up, slightly panicking as orange lights were out my bedroom window, colouring the darkroom. My whole room was shaking, and so, I grip onto the side of the bed, squeezing my eyes shut wishing this would just stop. 

I gasped again, as the lamp in my room switched on, my eyes widening as my mum enters my room. "Stacey, what's wrong?" Mum asked, looking very tired. I woke her up. The one night she gets off, I wake her up. 

"Did you hear that?" My voice cracks and I looked around my room which looked identical to my brother's. 

"I heard you screaming," Mum told me softly. 

"No. It was the sound of a train passing through my room." I pant. 

Mum looked at me, sympathy showing her face. "Oh, honey, you were having a nightmare." Mum cooed me. I frown and shake my head. 

"No, I wasn't. It wasn't a..." I was cut off by Mum. 

"Well, there wasn't a train and we haven't had an earthquake, so..." Mum sighed. "It just must've been a really bad dream." Mum smiled softly at me before she closed the door, leaving me and my mouth hung open. 

"But I wasn't asleep." 

✢

Later that night, I couldn't fall asleep and I heard my brother walking up the stairs as I had left my door open. I had been to the toilet five times, yet I didn't need to go. "Scott," I call out softly, knowing too well that he had heard me. 

I heard him open his door and he entered mine and I was sitting cross-legged on my bed and he was shirtless, and he smiled over at me. "Hey, Stace," Scott answered my call, leaning on my doorway. 

 "Anything interesting happens tonight?" I asked, looking over at him. I saw him nod. I smiled. I moved over on my bed and pat the spare seat next to me. "Come tell your favourite sister," 

Scott sat down next to me and sighed. "The Ghost Riders were at the school tonight. Mason and Corey, they saw them... they can't remember what they were doing." 

"They saw them?" 

"Yeah... well, when Corey was invisible," Scott explained and I nodded. 

"Oh," I softly said. "Well, I haven't had the best night, either. Mum woke up to me screaming apparently, and well, you probably won't believe me but I swear to god there was a train passing through my bedroom. I can't explain it, and, I wasn't even asleep." 

Scott sighed. "We'll figure it out, Stacey, I promise." Scott then pulls me in for a side hug, and I took it. I hugged him, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. He kissed the side of my forehead. "Night, Stacey, I love you." 

"I love you, too." I smiled at him, I unleashed my arms, and he got up and left, walking towards his room. My eyes then wander over to my bored, and I scanned all my photos that were there. I noticed than one of them was missing, so, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and I got up. 

I walked one step before I cringe as I felt something tap my foot. I closed my eyes, and I opened them. I bend down to pick out a pin that had fallen on the ground, and I noticed blood started to drip from my foot. 

Oh well. 

Walking over to the photo wall, I did. My eyes wandered down to the ground and there was a photo on the ground. Since when did this photo fall? Bending down, I picked it up and flipped the photo over. 

It was me, Lydia, Malia, and Scott on our first day of school. There was a gap next to me, and I frown slightly. I then smile, it was our first day of school. I then reached over to the board, and I pinned it back where it belonged. 

✢

The next morning, I walked through the doors off Beacon Hills high school hallway entranced. I watch students walk by me, some were smiling at me, others didn't care. I continued to walk down the hallways, holding my books close to my chest. 

Now, who was I suppose to meet again? Was it... Malia? No, she was busy. Lydia? No, she's too smart for school. Scott? No, I rode to school with him. As I walk down the hallway, my eyes wander over to a certain locker that got my gaze. I then turned around as I had walked towards it and I stood by it. 

Hopefully that someone remembers to meet me here, cause I'm feeling really stupid right now. I pressed my lips together when the bell rings for class. Kids start to go to their class. I felt myself lean back onto the locker, and I bit my lower lip. 

Who am I meeting? 

I think we should listen to Stacey and I. 

I frown and turned my head around and the sound of my name and that voice. It was so foreign. I wanted to listen some more, but there was no one in the damn hallway. I let out an annoyed huff and I walked off to class. 

Later, I walk past Malia who was highlighting her pages in English. She looked up at me and smiled as I took a seat behind her, dropping my books on my desk that I usually sit down at. The school bell rings for the second time, telling us to get our butts to our seats. 

"I'm impressed. With most of you." Our teacher told us, she was talking about her results. English is probably the least subject I struggle with. "It really speaks to your study habits and your commitment to your own education." She walked around her desk, holding the results. She puts down papers on student's desks. "Everone else, see me for extra help." 

She puts down Malia's score, I look over Malia's shoulder and saw she got a D-. I sighed. The teacher puts down my result on my desk, and I got an A+. I noticed Malia gripping on the edge of her desk. My eyes widen as I saw her claws pop out and she dangerously turned her head around. 

"Ms. Fleming, um..." I trailed off, quickly picking up my test. 

"I already told you, Stacey, I don't give extra credit for alternate equations based on your own theoretical findings." Ms. Fleming told me, I pressed my lips together and nodded, putting my test score back on my desk. 

"Well, okay then," I told her as Ms. Fleming walks by, and I quickly looked at Malia, who was watching us, glaring. "Malia. Claws." She seemed to not hear me as she was still looking at Ms. Fleming. "Claws, Malia." I felt my shoulders relax when she revealed that there were no claws. 

✢

I put down my pen, and I lean back in my seat as I was finished with my paper. I pressed my lips together, letting my mind wander for a bit. I watched as everyone else was writing down. I closed my eyes. Something feels wrong. I feel like I'm missing something. 

My eyes the open slowly, and I turned my head and my eyes widen slightly; sitting next to me was a woman in her hospital uniform. She had a white coat on... what the hell is she doing here? 

I look back at the front, no one seems to notice her. I then look at her from the corner of her eyes, she's not doing anything. I turn my head to her. "Excuse me," I whisper softly, leaning over towards her slightly. "Who are you?" The women didn't say anything, her head looking at the front. "What are you doing in this class?" 

Slowly, the women turn her head towards me. I wince at the sound of a high-pitch screeching sound and the sound of a train goes through this classroom. Oh, no, not again. The women had opened her mouth, but I can only hear the sound of a train and high-pitch screeching sound. 

I put my hands over my ears, my eyes squeeze tight. It stopped suddenly, and I gasped, uncovering my ears and the women were no longer there.  I turn around, everyone was working. I put my hand on my head, feeling terrified. 

What's going on? 

✢

After class, I had walked down the hallways completely lost. I looked around, trying to find that women that I saw in class. And I did. I saw her, she was walking quickly down the hallway, with her white coat on. I exhale and started to follow her. I needed answers- maybe she's the one causing these images. 

 I picked up my pace, she was already further away from me. People looked at me strangely, wondering why on earth I was running but I didn't care, I needed answers. I then opened the doors that lead to outside, I gasped when was suddenly all pitch black and dark. 

I stopped, the women were gone but it was dark. I pressed my lips together, my heart hammering against my chest. Why does this scene look so familiar, though? "You know me. Oh, thank god, you know me." My eyes widen that voice. It sounds so familiar. I turn my head to the sound of the voice but no one was there. It echoed. "Do you see him?" I turn around slowly, the wind was picking up. "Do you see him? All right, come on, come on!"  

I gasp as I was suddenly pulled, running once again. "This way. Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop! This way, this way," this person instructed me and I listened. I don't know why I listened, but I wanted to keep hearing that voice forever, it sounded so familiar. Like it was on the tip of my tongue. I kept turning around, I wasn't sure where to go next. 

"Where are they?" I found myself yelling. 

"Everywhere!" The voice echoes in my head. "Will you forget me?" 

"I won't... I won't!" I protested to the voice, my eyes watering. I then ran off again, as if someone was pulling me along with them, but no one was there. 

"Stacey, look out!" I was back in reality and I was almost hit by a car if it wasn't for Malia who pulled me out of the way in time, and back onto the footpath. The car honks at us and my eyes widen. No, where's the voice? I need the voice back! "Are you okay?" 

 "I'm fine," I sighed, running a hand through my hair nervously. 

"What were you doing?" Malia asks, and I looked at her. 

"Trying to remember," 

A/N 

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