Hey guys, pre chapter note, I recently edited a few of my sections to have music at the beginning that you can listen to as you read the specific chapter, it really helps with the mood of the story! Btw, I got this idea from Lily Sands, go check out her book ACCUSED! Enjoy the story!

Then I hit my head on my handcuffs and blacked out.

My dreams were horrible. Screaming, dying, suffering people. Blood on the streets, corpses on the sidewalk. The sea churning like a hungry demon, swallowing children and adults like a big glass of lemonade. Then, my family. Mother and father struggling to pull someone out of the water. I couldn't place the person, with a blood stained shirt and face, hair smoldering at the shoulders. I knew that that shouldn't be happening since she (yes I had a wild guess because of the painted nails) was wet, but I ignored logic and focused on the face. Then it hit me. Her again. The girl that haunted my nightmares was back. My own big sister, Kaci Merton. I ran forward to help pull her out of the hungry sea, but my hands went right through her. I looked down and saw a hand protruding from my chest. I whipped around, screaming, only to see it was my mothers hand, holding on to Kaci. Her eyes were crazed with panic and fear, and she was sobbing and simultaneously screaming at the water to free her daughter. I turned my eyes on Kaci, in time to see her being pulled into the surf. A chorus of NOs erupted from no where, including myself. I collapsed on the sand. I needed the pain to stop. To go away. Then six pairs of feet ran over me to the water. I rolled onto my back to see who it might be, when I almost had a heart attack. It was me, or at least, an older, more dangerous-looking me. And standing next to me, was none other then Bailie and Keith, and one other person I didn't recognize. I sat right up at this. They were all holding me back from the tide, from getting to my sister. Even though this wasn't the real me, I was still furious with them to keep me from my sister real or not. And even though I knew it was suicide, older, sexier me (at least in my mind) still struggled and fought against their hands. I heard a strangled scream from behind me, and I didn't have to turn to know who it was. The wave filled with bodies and blood crashed onto the beach and grabbed right on to my parents ankles. The older me wasn't paying attention to the new tragedy at hand, and I as screaming my heart out at her, pleading with her to notice my parents, my poor defenseless parents being pulled into the murderous sea. Then Keith, his eyes wide, yelled something at sexy me. She turned right around, and dove for my parents receding bodies. Her mothers hands, slick with sweat, slipped out of her hand, and in slow motion it seemed, my mother was pulled in and destroyed by the sea. Sexy me was now losing her grip on my father as well, and yelled to the others for help. They sadly shook their heads. It was a lost cause, and I could now see why. The bottom half of my fathers body was eaten by the ocean, and as he bled to death there on the wet sand coughing up buckets of blood, he said 8 short words. "Be b-brave (coughed more blood) my little warrior. (More coughing) Trust no one." Then he gave a weak smile and closed his eyes. Older me sat there, in shock, with my fathers blood staining her hands. Then a wave came up and swallowed the ruins hat used to be my father. She scrambled away from the spot where he gave his last breath, and screamed. At the world, at the sea, at her friends, at the bloody beach, and herself. Then she silently stood, walked over to her friends, pulled out a knife, cleaned the blade, turned to her friends, and said "I'm sorry." Then she whirled and dove on top of Keith. Keith said, smirking, in a raspy voice, "Jade, what are you doing?" Then, sitting on his legs, I rose the knife above my head, and brought it down, plunging the knife right into Keith's heart.