Chapter 5: The Garden
I walk quickly through the crowd of unfamiliar faces, searching hopelessly for some one I know.
"Callum, Rowan, Nate!" I call out.
As I do I see three boys walking towards me.
One's a medium build with light brown hair, the next is scrawny and little but has a cheeky grin that lights up the faces around him.
And the third is about my height with sandy blonde hair.
"Guys!" I say with my arms open.
But then I hear a gun fire and there eyes roll back and all at once they fall on me, making me stumble back.
In the distance I hear and see my mother crying, while little Ashtyn is riding a pony, completely oblivious.
All while I'm slowly drowning in a pool of there blood.
"James! Help James, we can save them!" I call, but no one comes over.
I awake with a start. And I feel the sweat pour over me.
This nightmare is pretty much a monthly ritual for me but I never seem to tame the feeling it leaves me with.
Shaking my head, I slowly sit up look
at the clock.
It's only 10:30, so I have about half an hour before people return from there friday night activitys.
I've only been asleep for about 2 hour's.
Which is a new record for me.
Knowing I won't be able to fall back asleep, I put on my shoes and jacket and make for the door.
Stopping to look at the picture of my siblings and I on the wall.
I was 10 years old, living still at home but attending primary school classes everyday.
My black hair dye was coming out slightly and you could see a hint of blonde near the roots.
But my smile is big and happy as I'm surrounded by my 4 brothers, with my little sister hiding behind one of my brothers pants.
It was taken on family day.
A day where your family come and take pictures, watch class demos and say goodbye to those who have died throughout the month.
My family then, was Ashtyn, my 8 year old sister, Callum, Rowan and Nate, my brothers.
And James, my twin, my brother, my best friend.
Unlike my dream, they all had brown or black hair here.
My mother had taken that photo, in the first five minutes of her arriving.
Mainly because she had to leave for work 30 minutes later.
We didn't have our father then, he had gone back to war.
I sigh and walk out of my dorm, putting my hands inside my jacket sleeves.
As I walk I run the events of the week through my head.
Lexa, putting up her hand in every class getting every answer write.
Me having to actually try my hardest in order to win the sea water swim challenge because Lexa was catching up.
Lexa, jumping the furthest in roof jumping class.
Lexa, Lexa, Lexa.
She's more than just a pretty face.