I was back in Liverpool at our beach house, mum played the guitar while I played with the water. Nothing was really out of place asides me being only about 12 years old with my braided hair resting on my shoulders, I had the charm bracelet Ashley and I had as our friendship token plus those mickey mouse shorts . I looked so happy, my hairline was so vivid and my dimples were even more prominent.

My mum dropped the guitar and circled me in her arms looking at me as though beholding a trophy

"Amy, would you fight for me?" She brushed my stray hair from my left eye

"Sure mum I'll protect you for life" I snuggled in even closer to feel her warmth

She tickled me so hard I stood up and started running towards the end of the beach while she chased me

"Amy I'm gonna get you" she chuckled as her voice became more distant

"No mum, you can't catch up, I'm too fast" I yelped with joy

"But I'm gonna get you" she said only this time with a lower tone that didn't really sound like her voice.

I looked back to look at my mum while I was still running. But what I saw was not my mum I wasn't even sure what it was, more like my mum but with this demonic look, she had the rope mark around her neck. I tripped on a stone and fell face first consuming a mouthful of dry sand. I winced a little expecting my mum to pet me but instead she just knelt beside me and started to weep

"Is it painful sweetie?" she rubbed my toe

Unsure of what was going on, I replied as I peaked at the mark on her neck

"Yeah it is" I pulled my foot to myself

She noticed I was looking at her neck. She held her hair up for me to see it properly. I looked at her as if to ask "can I touch it?" She hummed and bent a little lower. I let my hand sweep the surface of the scar only a little before I pulled back with fear.

"Did you do this yourself?" I asked with tears in my eyes

"Mama can be a lil psycho but not this psycho" she laughed as though the joke she said was so funny

I think she got the message that the joke was not all that funny for both of us

"I didn't, he did" she looked down at her fingers as she grabbed mine and intertwined them

"Who mum?" I wanted to find it so desperately

"Amy, Amy" I felt Cass' cold hand touch my shoulder

"Hmm where am I?" I said looking around my own room

"Well hello sleeping beauty welcome to a place I'd like to call you room and it's way past wake up time, plus I need clothes to change into. This Leather Jacket..."

She harped on why she needed clothes as my mind trailed back to the dream I just had, it wasn't just a dream it was more like a vision except it was to the past and also present somehow, well I dunno

"I think I should take this black shorts what do ya think? I think they'd fit perfectly with..."

"I had a dream" I cut her short

"Okay..?" She was still facing the wardrobe feeding her eyes with it

"It wasn't just a dream it was a message, from my mum". Suddenly I had his throbbing migraine I just had to lay back. Cassandra left the wardrobe and came to sit beside me

"Are you okay?" She looked more concerned than her voice let out

"What's the statistics of a dream being a message from a dead person?" I finally let out the question that had been bugging me

I earned myself two huge eyes from the speechless Cass sitting in front of me piecing deep into my soul

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