1 Prologue

I wake up from yet another night terror. I look at the clock and see its four in the morning. I know I won't go back to sleep so I get up and get ready for my day. As I'm in the shower, I think of how these nightmares have always been part of my life, they are all about death, they have been getting clearer and more realistic the older I get and it's frightening.

I get out of the shower and find my shorts and a red tank top, getting dressed is easy for me, I don't have to worry much about makeup as I've always had that natural kind of beauty most women glare at me for, with long legs, slim waist, curvy hips, strong facial features, golden eyes, and straight black hair down to my waist. Getting dressed and putting on some mascara and eyeliner.

Finding my flip flops under the couch where I always kick them off as soon as I get home. I live alone in a two-story rundown apartment, after graduating high school at seventeen and leaving my foster family behind with my backpack of clothes and a two-hundred-dollar check from the state, good riddance.

Never really remembering having parents, my social worker said I was found on a doorstep at the age of four with one little note 'keep her safe, she is Acadia' pinned to my dress, and that's what they decided to name me after. Bouncing around fosters homes from there, a few couples have tried to adopt me but couldn't handle my nightmares every night, and the screams that came with them. So here I am two years later, nineteen, and working a dead-end job as a secretary because I can't afford college. I make sure to grab my blouse and pencil skirt for work along with my heels and head down to the busy streets of New Orleans.