Fateful Dreams

Some secrets should remain in the shadows...

Those who know me will say I’m an ordinary, and a bit naive, 17-year-old. They might think differently if they knew my secret. It’s something I’ve never shared with anyone, and I mean no one.

Every once in a while, since I was eight, I’ve had a dream. The same one, every time. I dream of a man hidden by shadows, who never fails to save me from the searing flames that threaten to devour me. He is always there for me. Always!

That’s the dream...this is now. I have a new classmate, and instinctively, I know something seems strange. In a matter of hours, dark rumors abound, labeling him an outcast. Even before he has the chance to become one of us, my classmates turned against him.

My heart tells me there’s more to him than his frown and this specific expression he has. That’s what my heart says, but I saw something I shouldn’t have. That night, in the park by the willow, I saw him covered in blood. I should keep my distance, but I can’t. Something mysterious draws me to him.

He has secrets of his own. However, one secret could destroy us both.