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That feeling of dread, though, had begun to worsen midday Thursday, and it hadn’t let up sense. Lorraine confessed her feelings to no one, not wanting to ruin the fun of everyone around her. The Spirits had become much more active, especially that evening, as everyone surrounded the campfire to trade songs and fun stories. It seemed as though everywhere she looked, there was another, reaching out for her, pointing at her, calling to her. Still, she kept quiet. When she and Gabriel had turned in for the night, she struggled to fall asleep, and when she did sleep she was plagued by bad dreams. Dreams had always been just another way for her to connect with the dead, to communicate with the Spirits who wished to communicate with her. And that night, her dreams had been absolute nightmares. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason, she simply found herself somewhere unfamiliar, a dungeon of sorts, the sounds of screaming and torment filling her ears as she struggled to orient herself, struggled to gain her footing, struggled to escape. Disembodied hands thrust towards her out of the darkness, grabbing at her, clawing at her, as she struggle to catch her breath. 

In her sleep, Lorraine’s began to toss and turn, kicking at things invisible to onlookers. Her head turned frantically from side-to-side, as she begged repetitively, “no, no, no, no!” Increasing in volume, her pleas becoming more frantic until her ability form words dissolved into a scream of her own, mere seconds before Sebastian’s screams ripped through the campsite. Shooting straight up, Lorraine grasped for something, anything to hold onto. Anything to ground herself as her chest heaved. Tears made their way down her pale face, and she did her best to collect herself, though nothing seemed to be working. “They’re coming.” She whispered into the darkness, her voice shaking. As lights began to flicker on from the tents around them, a shadow of writing along the outside of the tent she shared with Gabriel could be seen. Even backwards, the message was clear, as was the symbol accompanying it. “You speak to the dead, but soon you’ll join them. Children of the Council must burn.”  @theguardiangabriel​

Everything had been a mess since the moment the new year began, and it was a heavy load on Dani’s back that was slowly trying to bring her down inch by inch. It had been one thing for some unknown person out there to have ruined her life and caused her mother to not only kick her out but stop speaking to her, but it was a completely different matter knowing that it had been Sebastian Smythe. It was different because he did things for fun and just because he could. He had hurt Santana so Dani had decided to get back at him by wrecking his car, and it still fucked Santana over, and there was nothing Dani could do about it all. It had been driving her crazy because all she wanted was to keep her friends safe. To keep them somewhat happy if she could. And he was untouchable. Then the party. She had known something was going to happen, but she never could have imagined what went down. To Marley. Her sweet, Marls. The little girl who used to bandage all her wounds when they were young, who wanted to kiss Dani’s boo-boos and bake her cookies. The girl that didn’t actually hate anyone as far as Dani could tell. And Dani was convinced that Sebastian was behind it, because why wouldn’t he be? So she had to defend her. She had to defend all of them. As good as it had felt to finally get a hit in on the smug bastard, her moment didn’t get to last. Not when the world crushed down on her lungs and made her freeze. Because he did it. He made her lose her home. And why? Because of where she had been born. She hadn’t been able to focus since that moment. Dani felt like she was walking through a series of foggy days where she tried her best to act normal and couldn’t quite do it. It was all killing her inside, and she knew she should talk to someone, but she never was good at things like that. So she kept it buried and did her best. Her best of course meant getting high whenever she could. It was only the second day back of school and she couldn’t have cared less about staying out of trouble. She’d already punched a locker earlier that day and she didn’t care what could happen. Instead of going back to classes after lunch, Dani stayed right where she was. Outside, under the bleachers, with a joint in her hand. She figured the higher she got the less thoughts would plague her mind.

You are, you are You are on my side. In the war, in the war In the war in your mind. And you try, and you try And you try to be free. That's something, that's something That's something to be.

You look, you look You look to the west. Cause they say, cause they say Cause they say it's the best. Well it's fading, it's fading It's fading for me. But I guess, I guess There's a price to be free.

You won it all Oh, it's fall around you. You won it all Fall around you.