So... hey.
I'm Piper—Piper Diane Wands. And yeah, you're currently reading about me. Let's just say I added a self intro like a sudden boom in between so that you'd atleast who the "I" is in this book.
Right now, I'm fifteen, stuck in the middle of high school hell and... something else. Something darker. If you've read what happened before, you already know.
I've been having nightmares. Not the regular kind. I mean the kind that don't just wake you up in a sweat—they follow you into the real world. They've been happening for a long time, but I always brushed them off. Thought it was just stress. Or hormones. Or whatever excuse adults like to throw at teenagers.
One shrink—sorry, psychiatrist—told my parents I had parasomnia when I was thirteen, basically told my parents I had an "active subconscious." Cute, right? Fancy word for "you dream too much, kid." I nodded, smiled, and pretended to believe it.
But that lie shattered the night I woke up from a dream... and something from it stayed behind.
A mark. A memory.A note I didn't remember writing. And here's the thing—it wasn't even in my handwriting.
Sure, maybe someone else wrote it. Maybe I dreamed something, got up, scribbled it while half-asleep, and forgot. That's what a logical person would say.
But I know my handwriting.And that one wasn't mine.
The more I tried to explain it away... the deeper the shadows seemed to crawl in.
And the worst part? It's not just dreams anymore. I've seen things. Fog that blinds you. Darkness so thick it erases the world. Shadows that chase you like they know your name.
I survived—barely. But something tells me that was only the beginning.