Chapter 8

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As soon as Dennis Payr was awake, he noticed he was in a hospital with two others. Dennis immediately reconized hotshot Scott Granger, then saw the girl from before; the one who looked sick. The one whom had fallen.

Dennis saw he was the first to wake up, so he stretched and yawned loudly. Scott then snapped awake, screaming bloody murder, his arms flailing, eyes open wide with terror. His eyes wandered aimlessly around the room when he ceased screaming, then they fell on Dennis.

"Dennis Payr!" he cried happily, sitting up to match his position with Dennis's.

"Yo," he said softly, trying to recollect his visions. Scott free-falling. A gothic kid seemingly murdering the girl that was in the room with them. Don Jamesson's murder. His visions were some things he was sure he would never forget. He would never empty their terrifying contenses from his mind.

"Hello..." squeaked a small voice. Dennis and Scott whipped around to face the girl whom had awoken.

"I didn't catch your name," Dennis said to the girl, using Scott's excuse to change the invisible subject.

"Jackie Clemmons," the girl answered weakly.

"Scott Granger," Scott smiled sweetly at her.

Before Dennis could state his name, "Jackie" cried, "The famous author?!"

"Yep," Dennis dragged his words softly before Scott could reply. "My name is Dennis Payr."

"Are you some famous author too?" Jackie wondered aloud.

"No, but he's equally important." Scott stated.

"Why, do you see visions?"

Dennis's breath caught in his throat. He couldn't believe the words that had just escaped the girl's lips.

"Why, do you?" Scott choked out.

"Yeah, if that's stupid enough for ya." Jackie blurted.

"It's not," Dennis said stupidly. "Because we see 'em too."

 

 

Jackie wanted to scream worse than she had the previous night. These kids saw visions too? They were her age, thank God. Scott Granger had blonde hair and a pearly white smile. Dennis Payr had brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. They both had shocked expressions on their face; the same expressions that matched Jackie's.

Jackie bit her lip so hard that she accidentally caused it to bleed.

Then, Scott turned white and fell over.

"Scott!!" Dennis exclaimed, rushing out of bed and catching the author before he fell to a concussion that warmly awaited him. Jackie leapt out of bed too, rushing to Dennis's side to support him.

"He's having a vision," Jackie stated the obvious.

"Yeah, that part is obvious."

"What other part is there?"

"What kind of vision is he having?"

"Oh, good point."

Scott slowly came to, blinking rapidly, and eagerly sitting up.

"What was your vision about??" Jackie and Dennis asked the drauzy boy eagerly.

Catching his breath, Scott burst, "It was freaking SCARY!! There was this guy, in a prision, and a prisiner called him  over to his cell and he shot him. Right there!! There was blood everywhere, and it was...horrible..." he ended in a trembling sob. It echoed through the room, and the nurses came running in. Jackie and Dennis quickly slid back into their beds and acted asleep. Scott was already in his, so he was sobbing on the paper-thin, white sheets.

As Scott was sobbing, Jackie thought, Why are we having these visions.

'Because we are.' came a voice in her head.

Dennis's voice.

Author's Note

ooh! Cliffy! Enjoy. More coming soon!!