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    I watch as the girl struggles, her wrists are restrained with a zip tie and there’s silver tape over her


    mouth. There are tears running down her face and I can see strands of hair stuck in the tape that are


    definitely going to hurt when it’s removed. I just don’t understand. Why am I dreaming about this girl,


    and what’s the point if I can’t see anything useful? Is it even real? I know I dreamed of her once before


    I heard about the kidnapping, but isn’t it possible it was just a bad dream that’s stuck in my head now? I


    almost hope it is because the look of fear in this girl’s eyes is dreadful. Something catches her


    attention. I wish I could see or hear anything but all I can do is watch her silent figure. She shrinks back


    for a second then I see her steel herself. She sits up as best as she can with her wrists tied and res


    defiantly at whoever she is interacting with. I see her shake her head. A momentter she tumbles


    backwards and clutches her hands to her cheek. Did someone just hit her?! She curls up on


    the ground, crying. Eventually she pulls her hands away and I can see her cheek is red.


    I bolt up and let out a scream of rage and frustration. What is this and why am I seeing it? What can I


    do? Well, to start with, I’m going to go tell Bemy everything. Maybe he will have some ideas. I hope. I


    nce at my phone, I was only asleep for maybe three quarters of an hour. I dash down the stairs,


    nearly smashing my face into the wall across the hall at the


    bottom of the stairs because the momentum was too much for my uncoordinated self to


    manage. I follow my red thread into the kitchen where Bemy is just adding the finishing touches to a


    few tes of chicken schnitzel. Okay, that smells amazing.


    “Hey.” He smiles at me warmly.


    “You’re right on time. Did you sleep well? You’ve been so tired I was just going to set this aside for


    when you woke.” Bemy slides the te over to me and I sit on one of the stools. I sigh as I pick up


    my cutlery.


    “Thanks, and no I didn’t sleep well. I dreamed about that girl again, it looked like someone hit her.” My


    eyes burn and I’m a little teary. I’m so sick of being so emotional. I need to pull myself together.


    Bemy steps out from behind the bench and wraps his arms around my waist from behind hugging


    me.


    “I want to fix this for you but I don’t know how.” He admits. I sigh and lean my head back against him.


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    “I know. It’s okay. We will figure it out. I hate these dreams, but if I’m going to keep having them I’m


    going to try and figure out as much as I can. I do wish I knew for sure if it is definitely the missing girl


    though.” I sigh. Bemy releases me and grabs his phone out.


    “Well, that’s easily fixed at least. Give me a second, I’ll look up the newspaper article. I’m sure they


    included a picture of the girl, she’s missing so they would want everyone to know what she looks like to


    keep an eye out for her.” I can’t believe I didn’t think to do that earlier, or maybe I was too scared to.


    Either way, I hold my breath as Bemy turns the phone towards me.


    Pale eyes stare back at me from the screen. In the photo the girl is smiling sunnily, her blonde hair in


    cute little pigtails with curls. I find myself snatching the phone from Bemy and looking at it closer. She


    looks so different, all happy and clean, but it’s definitely the same girl. I nce up at Bemy and my


    face says enough. He nods his understanding andes to stand beside me and read over my


    shoulder as I close the picture to read the actual article. It doesn’t say much, it mentions the homicides


    but mostly it focuses on the missing girl. Kiara Brooks. Okay, I didn’t think that knowing her actual


    name would hurt so much, but at the same time it’s so much better than calling her ‘the girl.”


    “We need to find her. Kiara.” Bemy meets my gaze and nods.


    “I


    agree. I don’t know why you’re dreaming about her but it has to mean something. So, we need a n.”


    He says determinedly. Aaaand we both fall silent. When Meganes down the stairs to join us for


    dinner we’re still sitting there silently and incredibly frustrated.


    “Hey, is dinner ready yet? 1-” She pauses as she takes in our stormy expressions.


    “Are you guys okay?” I hand her Bemy’s phone and the article that is still


    open.


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    “It’s her, the girl I’ve been dreaming about.” I tell her in a monotone.


    “Ah… so this whole depressed aura I’m picking up on is you guys trying toe up with at n?” She


    confirms. I nod and then drop my face down onto the bench. Bemy leans over and runs a hand over


    my back from beside me.


    “Okay, that’s just pathetic. Up, get up. Time for a family meeting.” Megan ps her hands. down on the


    bench by my head making me jump up. Did she just say family meeting? Well.


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    this is new.


    “Okay, you guys are both trying to figure out what to do, but obviously we need more information first.


    So what DO we know?” Megan starts.


    “Not much.” Bemy starts.


    “Nope. That’s way too pessimistic for this meeting, positive information only states in her fake cheerful


    voice. He gives an exasperated sigh.


    Try again.” She


    “Fine. We know that the kidnappers used the same spell as the people who are after Ryann. We know


    that Ry is dreaming about Kiara. We know that one of Kiara’s parents was a Witch.” Bemy sums up.


    Megan nods, her hair flicking around her face from the force and speed of


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    the nod.


    “Okay, what don’t we know then?” She asks. Bemy raises an eyebrow.


    “Other than who took her and where she is?” He says sarcastically.


    “Yes, other than that.” Megan ignores his sarcasm. My turn to answer.


    “We don’t know what spell was used, we don’t know what Kiara is since she’s not a Witch or


    anything else you guys recognise. We don’t know why there’s someone after me. We don’t know why


    the Brooks family was targeted or why Kiara was taken…” I trail off. We sit for a


    minute.


    “Oh and we don’t know why I’m dreaming about her.” I add.


    “Okay, great. Now which of those things can we get more information about?” Megan


    prompts.


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    “Well, we can probably ask around and try and find out what Kiara is, and if the Brooks family had any


    issues with anyone or reasons to target them.” Bemy suggests. He’s sitting up a lot straighter, his


    confidence returning now that we’re breaking out of our idea slump. Actually,


    so is mine.


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