ATTENTION!! THIS STORY HAS UNDERGONE RENOVATION: I've decided to pickup writing this fic again. I started this when I was fifteen. Now three years have gone by and I have a lot more to incorporate in the story such as spending more time developing Kevin and Wendy's romance and a good twist of an ending! For those who were fans of my original fic, I encourage to start this fic from the beginning since I've improved a great deal in my writing and changed minor things to have it go into another direction.

Summary: Skye is a suffering insomniac who receives a chilling dream of a dead girl, Wendy Christensen, begging for help. Images of the subway crash that killed Wendy flash through her mind. As Skye wakes up and goes on with her life, she finds herself at that same subway with the opportunity to save Wendy, Kevin, and Julie from their demise. But death won't let them get away that easily and now it's after Skye as well.

Things You Have Come to Fear the Most
Chapter 1: Walking With A Ghost

I think we have an emergency
I think we have an emergency

If you thought I'd leave, then you were wrong

Cause I won't stop holding on
So are you listening?
So are you watching me?

If you thought I'd leave, then you were wrong
Cause I won't stop holding on.

This is an emergency
So are you listening?

And I can't pretend that I don't see this

Cause I've seen love die
Way too many times
When it deserved to be alive

-Emergency by Paramore

After taking another dose of sleeping pills to treat the insomnia, death's little sister, sleep, finally overtook Skye. Her slender frame collapsed onto the surface of her bed as if she were in slow motion. The little brown pill container slipped out of her grasp and fell to the floor with a small clack. While her body was enjoying a much needed rest, Skye's mind wandered into the dream world...

Where am I? My foot steps echo as I walk along white, patternless tiles. It's cold in this room. There are steel cabinets lined against the walls. I feel them closing in on me. A metal handle on one of the cabinet doors coaxes me to come closer. I feel like I'm under a spell as my hand grasps the metal handle. A long table extends in front of me, revealing a figure draped in a white sheet. A red stained sheet. I suck in a breath, hesitant to confirm my suspicion of a body underneath. The spell continues and my hand lifts the sheet. Oh god. The figure underneath was the remains of a girl twisted in impossible angles. She seemed to be barely older than me.

There was a sickening sound of bones and left over flesh shifting and moving. The girls face turned and looked right up at me.

"Help..." the words fought hard to escape from the girl's twisted jaw. My mouth opened to scream but no sound came out. One of the bones on her left arm cracked and popped as it reached out and grabbed my wrist. Her hand was fleshy and burned as if she had a fever. Wake up! Wake up!Wake up! The scene starts to fade and before it completely vanished, I catch a glimpse of the body tag tied to her foot...

Wendy Christensen.

The room changes. The cabinets and the body are gone. A series of images flash before my eyes...

A subway. The number 180. I'm screaming,"Julie! Kevin!" Blood is everywhere. Everything is going by so fast. I'm bruised and hurt. On tracks. There's a bright light. Everything is too quick to get details. A subway is heading towards me. I see my reflection in the window as it comes closer and closer. But wait...my face didn't match the one that reflected in the window..It's the face of a different girl...She gives one final scream before the subway crashes into her. The sickening sound of bones crunching is heard...and the scene changes again.

Abrupt winds rush past me... Everything is black...like the inside of an endless tunnel. A painted yellow line stands illuminated in front of me. A force shoves me forward towards a lightening fast blur. I feel a sharp pain and then nothing...

"Shit!" Skye jerked forward.

Her body trembled with her hair clinging to the cold sweat on her face. She swiped away the hair and rushed in front of a mirror to make sure she saw her own face staring back at her. To her relief, it was her face. The image of a seventeen year old with a plethora of mixed racial features stared back at her. Her hand skimmed the caramel skin of her face and grasped her head lush with dark brown hair. Lastly, she blinked her gray green eyes to make sure what she saw was tangible.

"That was seriously a fucked up dream...Did I OD for a second?" she knelt down and picked up the bottle of pills. She placed them on her desk and sat herself on the edge of her bed. That dream felt so real..An eerie chill ran up her spine. The phone rang, startling her.

"Hello?" she answered trying to keep her heart from beating so rapidly.

"Skye? Well I was just checking to make sure you knew you were staying with me this weekend. I know your mother can forget to tell you." her father stressed the word 'forget' with a sarcastic undertone.

Skye placed a hand over her forehead, "Oh! Right! No she told me I just slept in!"

Even though she couldn't see him, she knew her father's mannerisms well enough to know that he was nodding as he rubbed the stubble on his cheek.

"Do you want me to pick you up?" he asked.

"No. I was just going to..." Skye paused hesitantly. "...take the subway." She suddenly wished she took her father's offer but it was too late.

"Okay. I'll see you later, Skye."

"Bye, Da-" The phone clicked on the other end.

Skye took great care in burying her feeling of dread as she dressed. Then she grabbed her loosely packed belongings and tossed it into a small tote bag and exited the apartment.

She paused in front of the entrance of the steps that led underground. She instantly thought about her dream as she stood gazing in the mouth of the subway entrance. Logically concluding that the sleeping pills made her loopy, she took deliberate steps down the staircase. But she couldn't shake the feeling that she was using the pills as a lame excuse. There was something more to that dream. She kept that thought in mind as she waited for the subway. She stared at her feet. Crowds talked loudly as they rushed by. One family of four all held hands as they ran to catch an upcoming train. They knocked right into Skye with such force that she crossed the yellow painted caution line.

She flailed her arms to keep herself from tipping onto the path of an incoming subway. Suddenly, a force tugged at her shirt collar and pulled her back behind the yellow line. The train whizzed by inches away from her face, only hitting her with a forceful wind. Skye whirled around and noticed a handsome guy still clutching onto her shirt collar.

"You okay? That was pretty close." he said, releasing his hold to readjust his white I POD headphones.

Other than his noticeable height, the guy stood out with the most striking blue eyes. A clear, defined blue. They seemed to light up against the dreary backdrop of the subway tunnel. He had such a strong presence...

Skye tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah...I'm good.."

That whole incident was dangerously similar to her dream. She wondered if he could sense the mess of emotions that raged inside her.

"I'm Kevin." he reached out his hand for her to shake.

Skye shook it blankly."I'm Skye...and my subway is here. Thanks again."

The doors slid open and she walked inside. Then it hit her. Skye flashed back into her dream where "she" was screaming in the subway, "Kevin!" It was with that thought she realized he was connected to that Wendy Christensen. She needed to talk to him But before she could whirl around and get off the subway, the doors slid closed and the subway was on its way. She banged her fist against the door and looked out the window. She saw Kevin get smaller and smaller as he disappeared into the crowd.