17 September 2012
I waited and eventually fell asleep. I have a dream. I am standing in a dark corridor, and people are walking by me. Then appears my cousins, all my relatives walking by. Then a bang and a crash and a blinding purple light and they're gone. My whole family dead before my very eyes.
I wake up screaming to find I'm in a room of some sort and Sierra is standing over me. "Shh stop it's ok don't worry..." she says. "What?" I ask. "When you where in that panic room, the ceiling fell down on top of you and crushed your legs. You'll be in a wheelchair for two weeks.....I'm sorry," she said as she covered her face with her gloved hands. "It's ok....," I said as I sat up and looked at my legs. They where a mess. She lifts me with her psychic powers and secures me in a white wheelchair. "What have I missed?" I asked her. "Four days and the funeral of approximately 106 and a half people." she replied. "Four whole days?," I said and she nodded, "and what do you mean by half?" "Some guy got cut in half." she said as she rolled me down the hall.
The Psychic 10 • Opuss № I