Page 1 of At A Dreamwalkers Mercy

Prologue

Mercy

Youreallyshouldn’tdothat,” she murmured to her friend Martha, as she reached in the fish tank that the teacher had set up.

“Why?” Carla asked, scrunching up her nose.

“I don’t know why? Juz that you really shoun’t.” Carla gave her one weird look, then went back to fishing with her hand in the tank.

She couldn’t explain why she knew things that others didn’t. Like when last week her teacher had said that she needed to run out and grab something from the supply closet, she had immediately known that Mrs. Crothers was going to slip and fall. She had spoken up, of course, the class looking at her bewilderedly, and Mrs. Crothers had told her to sit down.

Later that day, she had been called in to the principal’s office, asking why she had thought that Mrs. Crothers shouldn’t have gone down that particular hallway.

Suddenly teachers were looking at her with weird expressions, and her momma had told her that she needed to keep her mouth shut when it came to things like that. But she didn’t want to see her only friend get hurt. “I can do what I want,” Carla said haughtily, cringing as the puffer fish came around one of the floating seaweed plants and latched onto her finger.

Carla let out a screech that had several teachers rushing into the room and chaos ensuing.

That had been both the start and the end of her way of life.

That had been the day that her mother had packed her suitcase and dropped her off at a police station and had driven away.

That had been the day that she had learned the very painful lesson that being a freak wasn’t only something that dictated how your life would go, but it dictated who you were.

Chapter 1

Garrett

Ashewalkeddownthe sidewalk nonchalantly, he looked around as if he were a tourist.

He supposed he was one of them, considering the fact that he didn’t live in this town.

He chuckled internally.

He hated tourist activities and the thought of him going to see the largest ketchup bottle, or walking into some museum, was laughable.

“Grandma said that he should be down on the right,” his sister, Sara, muttered from next to him. He nodded, even though she had said it more than once already, and gave her a side glance as she slipped into a store like they had planned.

As he continued walking, he finally saw the man he had been looking for. His grandma, Eleanor, had described him down to a tee, but she had also found a Facebook picture of him, so he hadn’t had to feel like he was on a wild goose chase.

She had a more than just a sixth sense about things like this, and when she got a dream as clear as she had a few nights ago, they had all learned to listen.

Right on track, as if grandmother’s dream was playing out in real life, he stepped to the side and aimed his body so that when he walked by, and the man stood up at the exact same time, they collided in a huge heap that had the coffee cups in the man’s hands flying in the air before splattering all over both of them and the ground.

“Oh no!” the man cried out, clearly upset.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, not having to add in the smidge of sincerity, as he really did feel bad. He was doing the man a favor, but still. He took a step back as the man squatted and picked up the now empty coffee cups, and tried not to grimace at the wet squishing sound coming from his shoes.

“I’ve been all over the place this morning, and having to stop for coffee for the whole office put me off my game,” the man moaned, and he felt even worse.

“Come on. I’ll buy you a new cup,” he offered, but he knew the man would turn him down.

“No don’t worry about it.” The man waved over his shoulder, already headed back into the coffee shop, but his job was done.

His sister sidled up to him and smirked at his grimace, as his shoes were fucking squeaking as they made their way back to their car.

“Next time, you get the messy job,” he grumbled playfully at his sister, but she only frowned at him.

She was no fun lately.

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