Fresh eyes (Part 1)

This is the most nerve-racking moment in her life. By the time she woke up, she felt like she slept in a pond of sweat. She hurriedly wiped it with her bare hands as soon as she saw a seemed-like-a-slow-mo drop of it from her chin down to her lap. She suddenly panicked so she rapidly got up from her tangled bed, threw away her blanket and ran towards the mirror. She was startled to see her reflection but at the same time she felt some sense of relief. She looked normal, no bruises, no wounds, no blood.

“It was just a dream, Amma, ok? It will never come to life.” She said to herself whilst zooming herself in and out, looking for some sort of physical damages, examining her face and her body in the mirror. She tried to lift herself up with those words of affirmation but she’s utterly aware of a familiar scary possibility.

It all started when she was 16. Amma lost her parents due to the famous 2011 suicide plane bombing.She has a 10 year old sister, at that time, named Emma, who just turned 17 last December. It’s been exactly seven years since they passed away but the effect of this tragic event is still fresh in her memory. That was also the time she realized her gift that she sometimes refer to as a curse—because Amma can’t help but to blame herself, she thought she could have used her gift to warn her parents about what she has seen in her dreams. She could have went there and informed everyone she knew what’s going to happen, heedless of  whether they believe her or not—she could have saved her parents and 100 more innocent lives. But she didn’t. For she knows it’s absurd to believe that she could see the future through her dreams.

The premonitons that show up when she’s asleep are not usually bad dreams per se. Oft times it’s good and funny and sexy but last night’s dream was intensely terrifying. In this dream, Amma saw herself drunk driving, on her way home, with an unknown guy in the passenger seat who was laughing crazily, a bottle of Nils Oscar beer in his right hand, his left on her hips and as he was about to kiss her, she saw a silhouette of a man who’s about to cross the street, so she quickly turned the steering wheel to her right, unable to anticipate the ten-wheeler truck coming in the same lane she’s in. The unknown guy shouted at her, Watch out!, but Amma recklessly lost control and then BAAAM!

To be continued…

(Photo credit to the owner)

16 Comments

  1. Enni says:

    No😨😨😨😨😨😨

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    1. IdeaProvoker says:

      What do you think will happen next?

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      1. Enni says:

        She will survive , but I’m a cruel writer I make it worse 😃😃

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      2. IdeaProvoker says:

        We’ll see 😉 but i honestly do think you’re a great writer 🤗

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      3. Enni says:

        Thank I so much that u think so …. 🙃🙃🙃🙃☺️☺️☺️☺️

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  2. Now I know that you are a writer, did you publish any book , I’m going to wait for the next episode .

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    1. IdeaProvoker says:

      No I haven’t, but I will do soon! Thanks for following, will post the part 2 in a couple of days 🙂

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      1. Thanks and wish the best on your future in writing

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      2. IdeaProvoker says:

        Thanks so much! You too 😊

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  3. arlsummerkiss says:

    Would love to know more about your stories! Such a creative mind !
    xoxo

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    1. IdeaProvoker says:

      Aw thank you so much! Will post the part 2 soon ☺️💙

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    2. IdeaProvoker says:

      I was trying to view your blog but I can’t seem to get through it. Can you send me the link of your blog so I can follow you back? 🙂

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      1. arlsummerkiss says:

        Oh.. that is thoughtful and lovely of you.
        here it is, I hope that it will work. I’ll keep updated with your stories! Really, thanks a lot!

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      2. IdeaProvoker says:

        Still can’t view it 😦

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      3. arlsummerkiss says:

        oh.. maybe there is something wrong with it. Let me figure it out.

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      4. IdeaProvoker says:

        Sure thing, thanks. Perhaps your blog is in Private? 🙂

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