Psych Out

I woke up to the sound of screaming. I looked around and noticed I was in bed. I was the one screaming. My dream was full of death and betrayal. I went to the bathroom to splash my face. “Dang Chrissie, who the hell was that in your dream,” I asked myself. For the past few nights, I dreamt of this guy, around my age maybe a little older, who was playing with a younger boy, seven or eight maybe, and it was innocent and playful. Tonight things changed. He was mad and crying. The little boy was gone. He was dead. I don’t know if this is what really happened though.
Oh let me introduce myself. I’m Christian Leia Sharp. I know Christian is a boy’s name but my parents were expecting me to be a boy, so the name stayed because no one named their daughter Christian. I have green-hazel eyes, that reminded people of walking through the woods. I only wear eyeliner to make them pop. I have dark, brown, shoulder length hair, and I’m over all short. I’m very unique. I am clairvoyant. I see things and know things before they happen or as they happen. I am also empathic. I feel other people’s feelings and emotions. It really sucks but no one knows. I know “crazy girl”. I’ve heard it all before I moved here. I live in a little town in Montana. Woods surround everything in this place. It’s nice and quiet and not many people around to intrude their feelings upon me.
I went back to my bed and fell back into a restless sleep. The next morning I woke up to the little boy crying on my windowsill. Oh yea…I can also see the dead. “Hey darling, what’s wrong with someone as cute as you,” I asked to poor kid. He just sniffled. I walked over to where he sat and asked him again. “What’s wrong, Clay?” He turned and looked at me. “How do you know my name,” he asked. “I dreamt of you and your brother Paul playing in the woods. You too had a lot of fun that day didn’t you,” I said. He got a big smile on his face. “Oh boy we did. We caught a toad and took him home to mamma and she screamed. It was so funny. Paulie was laughing so hard he fell right down. I got sent to my room and poor Paul had to go in the cellar cause it’s a full moon tonight.” He looked at me in horror. He started to fade but I wouldn’t let him leave. “Clay, sweetheart, stay here with me. I’m awful lonely. I could use a friend,” I pleaded. If his brother was who I think he was, he needed to stay here with me and not see his big brother roaming the woods looking for a victim. “Awe ok. I wanted to go check on Paulie. I bet he’s been in there an awful long time,” he said innocently.
“So what happened to you, Clay,” I asked curious as to whether or not it was recently he died. “Well miss, I was walking in the woods and something hit my head real hard. I tried to get up, but someone came up and I heard a bang and everything went black. I remember waking up and crying here,” he explained. I thought for a moment. Could this kid be the missing boy from my very own town? Was this the Clay Weatherborne that everyone was talking about? I looked for the copy of the flyer I had been given at school. It was Clay. Oh my God the kid has been shot? Who the hell would do this to and innocent child? “Clay, stay here ok? I’ll be back later,” I told him. He just nodded and looked out the window. I changed my pajamas to a black t-shirt and blue jeans. I had to see Chad.