I woke with a start. Finding my room was empty. Just another nightmare. I checked the time on my clock, 4:00am. I sighed and got out of bed, walking down the stairs to where I knew one of my fathers would be awake. One of them always was, I have no idea how they did it either. I waked into the kitchen to see my dad, Gerard to be specific, sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. He looked up from his drawing and smiled at me.
"good morning Angel, another nightmare?" he asked. I nodded my head as he came toward me and gave me a hug. I buried my face into his shoulder and began to sob quietly.
"tell me what happened,"
"it was a different one this time, it was so realistic I thought it was actually happening. It was about us, on my sixteenth. We were on our way to the music store, I can't remember what for, but we... We didn't make it there, our car got totaled in a head-on collision with a drunk driver. No one made it, exept for me. I managed to crawl out of the wreckage unscathed, but I was met by a mysterious stranger. He introduced himself as the devil. His eyes were blacker than the sea, his skin was scarred and marred and so pale you could have sworn you could see straight through him. He asked me to come with him, he said I have special powers, that I can do things... I refused. He left me there with your cold lifeless bodies, but I thought maybe... He said I had powers. So I tried to revive you and Frank. It worked, but moments later the devil came back and took me, he kidnapped me and slit your throats... That's when I woke up," I had calmed down a bit but the vividness of the nightmare still burned bright in my mind.
"it's alright, none of it was real honey," he said, stroking my fire- red hair. I'll hav you know that it's that way naturally, and no matter how hard I try it dosnt take any other colors, I could go get it professionally done and after they rinsed it, it would still be the same shade of un- natural fire truck red.
"I know, it was just so... So real..." I studder,
"yes, but it wasn't real, I'm right here, Alive,"
I felt relief wash over me, I hugged my dad tighter.
"go back to bed, I'll wake you in a few hours,"
I did as I was told and went back up the stairs to my bed and drifted into a restless sleep.

~Gerard's P.O.V.~

Angel had another nightmare. How am I supposed to tell him these things aren't real when they are? Frank and I will die. And he will discover he really does have powers. He is not a normal 15 year old boy. I've known this for so many years now, pratically since he was born. I've always known he was 'special'. But I never thought he would see our deaths. Angel is what you might call a psychic, he is special, he can do special things that I'm sure not even he knows he can do. once when he was young, he made a thirty foot tall oak tree fall just by telling it to. not much has happened in the way of strange things like that since. But this whole sixteenth thing has me in kind of a weird vibe-type thing. its not very settling that your own son can see you and your husband's deaths.

Notes

yes, yet again, another fan fiction from my brilliant mind... okay, maybe not brilliant, but you get the picture, right? oh, and the drawing of Angel on the summary page is something I did, and its what inspired me to write this. if you liked this, then go check out some of my other fics. also, tell me what you think down in the comments, don't forget to rate and subscribe if you want more;)

~katiekilljoy<4