MIRI
The demons. The Others. They swarm around me, whispering, their voices like knives drawn together. “James,” they say. “James. James. James.”
And…
“We’re coming.”
I had no idea what it meant, but when my eyes burst open, I knew four things simultaneously:
1. I was lying on the floor in the fetal position, tears forming a wet pool beneath my cheek.
2. My dad stood over me, shouting my name - but he didn’t look concerned, only angry.
3. Being a Seer sucked and…
4. Something bad was coming for James. Something very, very bad.
“My god, Miriam. What have you done to yourself?”
“What?” I struggled to a seated position, with no help from my father, thank you very much.
“What is it? Heroin? Cocaine?”
“What?” I glared up at him, my voice a shriek.