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   Four. Freaking. Days.  

   Four freaking days have passed since that damn dinner and since I've been desperately searching for answers regarding the tattos.  

   I searched everywhere. The internet, wikipedia. I even went to the library, a place which I don't normally visit since the librarian isn't so keen on having my presence near her. I once accidentally spilled my tea on her brand new blouse, and even tho I payed for it, since then I always received the stink eye  

   But I am still with no answers.  

   I just know this is not related to science. How can one human explain the sudden appearance of five tattoos on your body, not to mention the enormous heat that you felt before?!  

   They can't!  

   One day after my birthday, I also started dreaming of weird people, and they definitely did not look like they are from this century. Okay, actually it was of them in different centuries.  

  But the thing that caught my attention the most is that one of the five men I keep seeing in my dreams is him, ghost boy. His caramel brown hair always looked so smooth! If I could, I would run my fingers through it all the time. His eyes, oh his piercing hazel eyes. Since I first saw him for a few seconds in my childhood, I envied his beautiful eye color. And his lips looked so kisseable! My cheeks reddened as the thought of kissing him passed through my head.   

   I have to admit, all of them are handsome. Even with those funny looking clothes and hair cuts, they looked so pretty it hurt.  

   In the dream that I had yesterday, they were feeding on blood. They had just massacred an entire village and they were feasting on inocent peoples blood. Many would find this very disturbing or disgusting. I would too. But after I saw them do it, I couldn't find it in my heart to be disgusted, or even ashamed of their actions. I found it completely normal.

   Yeah im definitely sick.

   I also found out their names. Even ghost boy has a name! Dominik. It suited his appearance.

   Apollo is one of their names. He has blond hair and ocean blue eyes. Gosh he looks so good. In my first dream his hair looked very funny. I giggled as I thought of it again. He had full pink lips and a few tiny moles on his face. He looked gorgeous with them. Personally, I adore his beauty marks.

   In one of my dreams, I saw one of them play the piano. His hands are for sure blessed because the song sounded amazing. They looked yummy too! His name is Elias. In all of my dreams, he always had his brown hair neat.

   Caesar was always smirking in my dreams. No matter the situation or place, he was always smirking. If it was from anger, happiness, sadness, disbelief, amusement he always had to smirk! He looks hot while smirking tho... He has black hair, like literally black. I think its his natural hair color because it wasn't possible to dye your hair like a few hundred years ago. His eyes were black too. They looked very attractive may I add.

   The one who intimidated me the most is Zephyr. Something about him just screams darkness. He only spoke a few words in my dreams, and his voice...I giggled loudly in my hand. His voice is so deep. Its addicting. He has to be one of the most beautiful men in this whole universe, because he looks ethereal. His hair is black, just like Caesars, and he has very dark purple eyes.

   Another thing that I've noticed is that they are really touchy with eachother. Hugs, hands held, kisses on the cheek, forehead and even lips. So they are into a relationship, I think.

   Sometimes I wonder if I have really gone mad. My brain suddenly started creating these people, one of them which I see popping out of nowhere from time to time. But it all feels so real. If they really existed, I wonder how would they look like now.

   They are just dreams after all.  

   The loud sound of the front door being slammed open and then closed intrerupted me from my thoughts. I knew my dad came home, and the first thing he would want is food.   I quickly left my room and made my way downstairs to see him in front of the fridge, grabbing yet another one of his beverages.  

   ,,Give me a pack of cigarettes and make me something to eat, now.'' He drunkly ordered me as he took a seat at the table, opening his beer.  

   ,,Oui papa.'' I quietly said as I took a pack of cigarettes from a drawer and handed it to him. He quickly snatched it and he lit himself up a cigarette.   

   I learned the hard way when I was younger that if I don't obey to what he says, it won't end well for me.   

   The last time he layed a hand on me I ended up with a black eye and probably a few broken fingers. They were swollen as hell. I could barely move them. I was lucky it wasn't the right hand, since I had to write at school. That was two months ago.  

   My father says that I look like my mother a lot. That would be a good thing, but due to his constant drunken state he confuses me with her most of the time. Sometimes he's mad that she left him all alone and he retaliates in the best way he knows. Sometimes he's just crying. And, sometimes he tries to touch me.  

   He never got past my underwear, although he would try. I couldn't exactly retaliate to him. He would slap me, restrain me with his hands, but when he got there- it was like I could suddenly defend myself. I would punch him or kick him in the balls and a few times I would accidentally knock him out. After, I would quickly run to my room and lock the door till morning. Till this day, I do not know how I do that.

   I might be superman! Wait actually it's supergirl.  

   As I finished making him a grilled cheese sandwich I went back to my room to do my „homework"(research about the tattos). While I tried to find answers, I couldn't help but remember the way Samara and her grams acted the night I got the tattoos. Flo was always more into this supernatural shit and Sam acted suspicious too.  

   Before I went to sleep I made myself a mental note to pay the Fields household a visit tomorrow, after school.