Dreamers (The Dreamers Series) by Brooklin Skye Read Free Book Online

she has completely overlooked the most important part of what I needed her to see—Dominick’s headstone.
    “They really turned out awesome, Syd. I know what you meant now about being natural. You look so—alive. I love the way the leaves blend into your hair, like different shades of fire. It’s gorgeous.”
    “That’s sweet, Heather, but look behind me. What do you see?”
    “I see you, your ugly tree, some mud—you.” She laughs.
    “Look at the headstone, Heather.”
    Again, her eyes focus in on the photo, analyzing it more closely this time.
    “I don’t know, it’s kind of out of focus. Not to mention, I left my glasses on my bed. You seem to have forgotten that I’m half blind,” she jokes.
    This is the point where I’m forced to consider my choices. Telling the truth could land me in the nut house with Lana, and keeping quiet is just as confining—mentally, that is. I don’t like secrets and I certainly don’t want to lie to her. If I simply drop it, I won’t have to answer any follow up questions Heather might have for me regarding my interest in Dominick.
    “Nevermind, it’s not important right now anyway,” I quickly reply as she analyzes me with curious eyes.
    “You alright, Syd? You seem edgy.”
    Preservation impulses shoot back and forth through my brain, beginning in the portion that determines reason and logical thought then crashing like a tidal wave into the other side which holds no boundaries, allowing me to fully absorb the situation. Logic and reason win the battle of whether I’m going to tell Heather or keep my big trap shut. She’s so closed off in her beliefs of the supernatural. Not to mention, thoroughly convinced that Lana is a maniac. Without proof how am I supposed to convince her that I’ve been in contact with a ghost and his headstone is right here in the picture to prove it? I’ve seen him, smelled him, felt him—I’m not crazy. Heather might not agree, though. For now I need to keep my mouth closed.
    “I’m alright. I just haven’t been sleeping well, and it’s beginning to catch up with me. I really should go to bed.”
    “I hear ya’. I’m about to hit the sack myself.”
    “Okay, goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning.”
    “Sweet dreams, Kid.” She turns, heading back to her room.
    I make a quick stop to the kitchen, topping off my Ambien with a tall glass of red wine. I can’t take the chance of waking up until I find answers. This man has taunted me in my sleep, and now he’s inadvertently screwing with my head during waking hours. There is something so alluring about him that I can’t pinpoint, and it’s driving me mad. The way my body floats directly toward him whenever he’s around is troubling.
    I literally jog to my room trying to outrun the effect of the Ambien and wine. In all the chaos I nearly forgot having taken it. The reminder comes in the form of blurred vision and a sluggish pace down what feels like an endless hallway. I don’t have much time. I fling the closet door open, dragging Lana’s box from the back corner. I rip through the cardboard, exposing the contents. I see an Ouija board, a few books, and a journal. While the other items must have held significant value to Lana, the only item of worth to me currently is the journal. It could be exactly what I need to unscramble this unusual situation.
    The first few pages are nothing more than a ton of jabber about moving and work. I flip to the back, hoping for a more recent account of events. On the last page I find a short inscription.
    July 13th, 2011
    Dominick,
    I don’t know how I’m supposed to find you anymore, I can’t sleep and when I do you aren’t there. I NEED you to come back.
    I know you asked me to stay away from you, but I finally found something. I caught her today, red handed. You were right all along, she does know something, but you’re not going to believe what it is.
    I don’t know how I’m going to pull this off, but we are finally going to be