Lucy couldn't remember a time where she didn't have strange dreams. From she was a child she had dreams about arms holding her, eyes staring at her, voices talking to her. Calling her strange names. She was always fine with them though. Most times she'd wake up well-rested and warm. She'd felt safe in those dreams like she could do anything with them cheering her on. That was until her mother died. Her father gave her a music box after her mother died, she had seen her mother look at it with…
