KAYA'S POV.

I watched the houses move past us as my aunt turned the car to the next street. The day seemed cold, the sun was blocked out by the clouds, and if anything it felt like the whole world knew where we were headed and was begging me not to go. Well it was too late now, in exactly five minutes we would be pulling up to that house/

My fingers played with my curly soft hair, as I rested my head against the car seat, my mind rushing back to my dream. I had to be going crazy...

These dreams were so realistic I could swear they were,...