There are two main things I've learned since my life turned upside down. The first is, if you speak of someone's death before it happens, you'll be blamed for murder. The second? If the hottest guy you've ever seen kisses you, and thanks you for saving his life, don't argue.I watched him die, over and over. So many times. The vision is always the same and there is never one damn thing I can do to save him. I don't know why I can't dream about normal things, like going to school naked, or spiders. I hate spiders. No, I'm lucky enough to see strangers at the moments of their deaths.The only thing keeping me sane is knowing the visions aren't real.Until the accident. The blood. He dies in my arms.At least, I thought he did. But now he's here, telling me I saved his life. Telling me unbelievable stories about monsters and gods and destiny. Promising to protect me.If none of this is real, why am I afraid of the creatures hunting me? And if I saved his life, why are the nightmares back, stronger than ever? What is this thing lurking inside me, eager to strike?I don't know, but I'm freaking out.I'm afraid what I think is real, isn't. And what I know is not, just might be.