You always grew up with the strange sense of deja vu. Like the park your mother brought you to for the first time, yet you felt like you'd already known it. At the age of just 10, you walked alone to the theater of your town and suddenly cried, the pain in your chest growing by the seconds. You screamed of pain while the others around looked confused, because they didn't saw anything.
Your mother had found you just moments later, took you to the hospital, the doctors couldn't explain it. They gave you medication, told your mother to take you to a therapist and try to take it from there. You learned to just lie and act like you were fine when you passed that theater again, you stopped seeing the therapist because "you looked normal again".
But the weird dreams, well, one dream, started haunting you for a year.
In the dream, you were wearing a purple dress, beautiful shoes, jewelry. The thing was that you always found yourself stuck in a performer flying harnass, in the same theater where you always felt that sting. But now, you found the reason, there was a knife buried in your chest, and you were always on the verge of conciousness.
Until you heard the soft call of your name, and you saw a girl, unrecognizable because the dream wouldn't focus on her, it would focus on you and the knife in your chest. You always woke up just as you lost conciousness in your dream.
That dream, it haunted you for a good year, until you turned 15 and it stopped again. And, it all stopped at that age. You didn't feel the sense of deja vu anymore, you didn't feel the awful pain in your chest when you passed the abondened theater, you never looked into it. Didn't even ask anyone of the old people who seemed to look at you like you were a person they recognized some time ago.
Until you met her, you went to a camp to be a counselor. Your parents signed you up because "you should hang out with others more", valid but stupid excuse. But when you entered the camp with the other counselors, you saw a girl who looked just as new as you were. You introduced yourself to her and she did the same, her name was Amy.
You never noticed the way that she softened around you, how she looked at you like she didn't how you could still be alive in this universe. You sometimes felt like you knew her, like that time with the theater, but you brushed it off, telling yourself that it was just pure coincidence. Or how she already guessed that you were scared of the thunder, she just told you that she had a friend in the past that was like you.
It was just three weeks in when you suddenly kissed under the moonlight, the night right after the sudden killings were happening. The morning after, the gardener, who already worked years at the woods the camp was in, but also looked at you and Amy weird, was found dead in the lake right at the spot you had your kiss with the girl. The downside was that the same dreams started happening again.
Ofcourse, you didn't think to find yourself in such a vulnerable position. Stuck in a cabin with the gifts, the dress, shoes, necklace, that Amy gave you. While you were on the floor, trying to get yourself away from the psycho that was called Amy, she loomed over you, a bloody axe in her hand, her hands and face messy from the blood.
"Don't be scared, I won't hurt you. Not after it took so long to find you again," Amy purred, stepping closer as you tried to back to back away from the girl. But where could you hide? You were in a cabin, Amy looming over you and looking quite scary, you couldn't run out of the wooden construction, the risk is too high.
So, you did the only thing you could do, cry.
"Bunny", she purred, like she was going to soothe you, "I killed the others so they wouldn't get you. Not after I lost you ages ago. You looked so pretty back then, in the same clothes and things you're wearing right now. You looked like an angel on that beautiful stage, but you were dead the time I could reach you. But you already know that right?" It was an obvious hint to the dreams you were having again.