#premonition??? nah it's just a stupid dream

[visions-skam]

CHAPTER 1

notes:  at the beginning of each upload, i will include a song that i listened to while writing that fits the mood of the writing. also, @smoothyousef ‘s original character karl makes multiple appearances so i apologize for that in advance. please let me know if you enjoyed this chapter! i’ll be updating this story on here and on the ao3 account @spaceygemini every other day, so please stay tuned for more!

thursday, october 27 staying up-the neighbourhood A doe-eyed, curly-haired little girl skipped along in a wooded area, humming nursery rhymes. She stopped when she came across someone sitting cross-legged on the pine needles beneath a towering tree. It was a boy only a little older than her. The girl came closer to him and waited for him to notice her. After a moment, the boy looked up and smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He was looking past the girl, as if he didn’t see her. “Hi, Sana,” he said, his voice tinged with melancholy. “Hi,” she replied shyly. The boy used the hem of his shirt to wipe his eyes. He had been crying. “What’s wrong?” The boy sighed and repeated the lines that everyone who’d sat under that pine tree before him had said. “I’m going to die, Sana. I’m going to die, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.” _____________________

Sana awoke in a cold sweat. She felt her forehead. It was feverishly warm and damp with sweat. She was used to having dreams like that. She’d had premonitions in her sleep for the past six months or so. She had never told anyone, mostly because she had never had any reason to believe the predictions would come true. This time though, it was different. This time, she’d recognized the person under the tree, even though he was younger in her dream. They had known each other for as long as she could remember. It was Yousef Acar, her brother’s best friend. _____________________

Sana gazed into the mirror, searching for any imperfection in her appearance. Noticing that her hijab was a bit loose, she plucked a silver heart-shaped pin to secure it. When she was finished, she looked back at her reflection. Even after applying makeup, she could see the dark circles under her eyes. She hadn’t gotten much sleep recently between studying for exams and the growing intensity of her nightly phantasms, which had culminated with last night’s dream. After she’d woken up, she couldn’t go back to sleep, so instead, she had spent all night Googling those who thought they could predict death. Most of the people recorded were raving lunatics, now probably locked away in places like Eichen House. No one she found online was in any condition for her to question them about their abilities. It’s for the best, Sana thought. I don’t want to end up like them. Besides, I don’t even know if my visions are true. I shouldn’t worry too much. Yousef isn’t going to die. That’s… that’s impossible. Sana swirled a makeup brush in a powder compact and applied it under both her eyes. She blended it in before swiping on dark lipstick. She smiled at her reflection. Perfect. Just as she was getting up from her chair, she heard a voice call from the bottom of the stairs. “Sana! Hurry up!” her brother called. “If you don’t come down soon, you’ll be taking the bus!” Sana grabbed her school bag from the floor. As she was about to leave her room, something on her laptop screen caught her eye. It was the research from last night. She closed the search window and turned the laptop off, fearing her parents would see it. “I’m coming, Elias!” Sana said, rolling her eyes. Elias was so annoying sometimes. Who did he think he was, rushing her like that? Sana walked downstairs, grabbed a granola bar for breakfast, and kissed her father on the cheek. She called out a goodbye as she left the house and met Elias on the sidewalk outside. Yousef was waiting for them, his faded blue Jeep parked on the curb. Sana gasped softly when she saw him. She had never really paid much attention to Yousef, but today she felt relieved when she saw him alive and joking with Elias. “Good morning, Yousef,” Sana greeted him with a warm smile. In some weird way, she felt like she should be extra nice to him today, seeing as she had basically foreseen his death only a few hours ago. “Hi, Sana. How… how are you?” Yousef smiled at Sana radiantly, as if he could see nothing but her, but Sana didn’t seem to notice. Elias sure did, though. “I’m… I could be worse,” she said, sighing slightly. After a joking around for a few more minutes, the three were off to school. ____________________

“Alright class, get out your homework from this weekend. I’ll be checking it for a grade.” It wasn’t even lunch time, and Sana was already extremely annoyed. First of all, she was in AP Calculus, which she found easy but hated with a passion. Second, some ninth grader had spilled coffee on her Spanish textbook before second period, which she would have to pay for. Third, Karl Magnusson kept trying to find excuses to talk to her in class. And fourth, she was still thinking about her dream last night. She heard Yousef’s voice in her head over and over, repeating the same morbid sentence. “I’m going to die, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” That had thrown her concentration completely off, and she’d been scatterbrained in every class. Sana rifled through her backpack, searching from her homework from that weekend. She couldn’t find it. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she remembered where she had left it. It was right next to her laptop, and she’d forgotten to grab it before she left. The teacher was coming down the aisle, only three desks away. And to top it all off, Karl had just tapped her on the shoulder for what had to be the twentieth time in the past hour. Great, Sana thought before turning around to shoot a snarky remark at Karl. Nothing could possibly make this day any worse. _____________________

The day got worse. A whole lot worse. But that came later. When Sana got to lunch, the small group of interchangeable clones she usually hung out with was nowhere to be found. She contemplated eating in the library, but decided that was cliche, and extremely nerdy. Just as she was about to sit down with Elias and his friends, she spotted a girl sitting alone by a window. Sana had never seen her before, but she looked nice, and more interesting than the vapid look-alikes she usually talked to. Sana approached the table where the girl was and sat down. The girl was reading a huge leather bound book, and she was so engrossed in it that she didn’t even realize that Sana had sat down. Sana cleared her throat. “Hey, mind if I sit here?” Sana asked. “Oh, sure, of course,” the girl said, embarrassed. She closed the book and set it aside. Sana peeked at the title. GATONYE BESTIARY. A complex symbol was inscribed on the cover, and she caught a glimpse of some French words. The girl hadn’t said anything else, so Sana decided to introduce herself. “I’m Sana.” “I’m Laila. Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too. I’ve seen you in the hallway,” Laila said. “Oh, my God that sounds so creepy, sorry,” she giggled. Sana laughed too. “No, it’s okay. So what are you doing sitting all alone? You’ve got to be pretty interesting company if you’re reading a book like that,” she said, gesturing to the book on the table next to Laila. “Um, I’m new here. My family just moved here and this is my first day.” “Well, Laila,” Sana said, leaning in conspiratorially. “How would you like to be my new best friend?” Laila looked surprised. “Um, don’t you already have friends? I mean-” Sana nibbled on her bottom lip. “Not really. Just… acquaintances.” She paused meditatively and grinned. “So, is that a yes?” Laila broke into a smile. “Yeah, sure. I’d like that.” Sana smiled. “Good.” _____________________

After school, Sana was in a terrible mood. Before the last bell rang, Karl had made crude comments about her to his stupid lacrosse team cronies and she was thisclose to slapping him across his smug, misogynistic face. He’s such an asshole, Sana fumed as she shut her locker, and everyone just lets him get away with it because he’s the captain of the fucking lacrosse team. Pathetic. Sana slung her bag over her shoulder and stalked outside. She scanned the parking lot, looking for Yousef’s Jeep. She spotted it parked near the athletic fields. When she was about halfway there, someone grabbed her arm. Sana whirled around, ready to unleash a stream of curse words. It was Karl. Sana sighed, chuckling drily. “Unbelieveable. What do I have to do for you to get it: I’m not into you!” She tried to walk away, but he tightened his grip on her forearm. “Just give me a chance, Sana. One date, okay? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” Karl wiggled his patchy eyebrows suggestively. “No!” Sana exclaimed angrily. “Let me go, or I swear I’ll kick you ass.” She felt her face get hot. She knew she should stay calm, but Karl was just so infuriating. Karl smirked. “For a girl who’s trying to convince people that Islam is peaceful, you’re pretty violent.” Sana flinched as if he had hit her. “The only thing I’m trying to convince you of is to let me go!” Sana tried to wrestle her arm free, but she was unsuccessful. Just as she was about to start screaming at him, Yousef walked up. “Hey, Karl,” he said testily. “Is there a problem here?” Karl loosened his grip a bit, but not enough for Sana to get away. “Nah, man, everything’s fine. We were just talking.” Yousef stepped closer to Karl and looked him in the eye. “And everything will stay fine if you let her go.” He spoke quietly but fiercely. Karl stared into Yousef’s eyes for a moment more and then slowly dropped his hand, releasing Sana. “Whatever, man,” he scoffed. Yousef shook his head a little and then turned to Sana. “Are you okay?” he asked. Sana exhaled sharply. “Yeah, I’m fine. Karl’s just…” She trailed off. “You shouldn’t have to put up with that,” Yousef said bitterly. “That guy is horrible. Have you reported him to the administration?” “Yeah, once,” Sana said, shrugging. “They didn’t do anything. They just said it’s a part of high school. Boys will be boys and all that.” She let out a harsh laugh. Yousef studied her intently, momentarily drowning in her chocolate eyes. “No one should have to put up with that. Especially not you.” Sana smiled a little. “Thanks, Yousef.” She paused. “You’re a good guy, you know that?” Yousef shrugged. “I try my best.” They both smiled and walked the rest of the way to the car. Elias was leaning against the car. His eyes were fixed on a pretty brown-skinned girl he’d never seen before. Sana followed his gaze and recognized Laila. She smirked and cleared her throat. “Earth to Elias! We’re here, let’s go.” Elias snapped out of his trance. He had a look on his face that Sana had never seen before. It wasn’t the usual hungry expression that he usually wore when he saw a pretty girl, but something deeper, more thoughtful. Sana smiled to herself. If that look meant what she thought it did, things were going to get interesting. _____________________

After Sana had completed all of her homework that night, she was exhausted. Her day had been so hectic, and all she really wanted was a solid night of sleep, something she hadn’t gotten in years. Sana showered and pulled on ratty pajamas, and then crawled into bed. She tossed and turned for a few minutes, and then resolved that she wasn’t going to be able to sleep when her thoughts were so tangled around her macabre dream. Sana swung her feet out of bed and turned the lights on. She sank into her desk chair and powered up her laptop. If I can’t sleep, she figured, I can at least try and make sense of this… Her thoughts trailed off. Nothing she had ever learned had even given her the knowledge to name the nightmares plaguing her subconscious mind. Sana went to Google. When she went to search something, she had no idea what to type. She stared at the screen, almost mesmerized by the cursor blinking in the search bar. She slowly started to type something. “fortune telling dreams" It was the most sane-sounding way she could explain what was happening to her. In less than a second, over two million results popped up. Sana scrolled down the page. All of the webpages seemed to be about dreams in which someone tells the future. In other words, nothing helpful. Sana tried again. “predicting the future through dreams" This time, thirty-six million results turned up. The first link was an article in the Huffington Post. Sana let out a small breath of relief. The Post was a reputable source, not the capricious ramblings of some lunatic. She skimmed the article. It was written by someone whose relative had dreamt of their deceased family members in the weeks leading to their own death. “Perhaps we should pay attention to the messages we receive through our nightly dreams, and not dismiss them as trivial, for they may be a startlingly accurate indicator of what is to come.” When Sana read this last sentence, she flinched. She had hoped the article would quell her rising concerns about her dream, but it did the opposite. Here was a professional writer published in a legitimate news source, saying that dreams affected life. Sana shut her laptop and sat there, frozen in the dark. She wondered how such an innocent article could have such a profound impact on her. She turned the lights off and slipped back into bed, but sleep never found her. Sana instead laid awake the whole night, a single thought circulating through her mind. If she went by the reasoning used in the article, Yousef’s life could be in severe danger.

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