There is black all around me in the start, then a little flicker of light in the distance becomes a window with light rays beating through it, then it turns into a hallway with floors and walls coloured a shade of white that could blind your eyes.
I started walking on the cold white floor which leads to the door of light, when all of a sudden the brightness comes at me, strands of light tie around my hands making them useless, the strands hold my feet to the ground with such power as if they think I'm going to fly away.
The light becomes brighter and shortly followed by a sharp pain to my forehead.....
I opened my eyes just inches from the floor that I fell on from my bed. I crawled onto my knees and observed my situation, well, my blanket was on the floor accompanied with my pillow, I was extremely hot and drenched in sweat even thought it's freezing in my bedroom.
But the worst part was that it was the fifth time this week I had the same dream, actually I would prefer to call it a nightmare, a horrible nightmare.
When I wake up from these dreamlike nightmares I still feel like I'm bound to the floor in strands of light like in my nightmares.
When I try to lift up my hand it feels like I had a heavy weight on it. With a grunt I stand up and stretch my arms out and start walking, followed by many other grunts and yawns until I reached the bathroom.
I do the same morning routine, brush my teeth, get my chestnut coloured hair into a suitable ponytail and get dressed for school in the summer, white and blue checked dress with the navy blue jumper slipping on after.
I head down stairs, swinging around the banister of the stairs since my house has spiral stairs leading to the second story. With a jump I land on the antique carpet on the bottom of the stairs. I walk into the kitchen with tiredness and I guess you could tell that by looking at me.
"Hey sweetie, did you have another bad night?" My mum asked me with the frown on her face growing bigger by every second I didn't answer.
Her short black hair was bouncing up and down with every inch her head moved and her grey eyes were surrounded by small wrinkles that nobody could see at first sight until they really focused on them. I didn't get her raven black hair or her silver grey eyes sadly.
My eyes were looked like they were constantly changing from light aqua green to dark blue, but the one thing that remained the same was the orange circle I had near the pupil. Nobody in my family had these eyes.
I got caught up in my thoughts that my mom had to ask me again. "did you have another bad night?"
" uh, yeah, yeah I did." I tell her with a slight nod of my head.
"Was it the same dream?" She asks another question
" yes it was mum. Why do you think I'm having these nightmares?" I ask her.
" I don't know sweetheart but you shouldn't worry, they'll probably be over soon." She says with worry laced in her words.
" you think so?" I question
" yeah, I think-" she gets cut off by my dad yelling down from the top of the stairs.
"ELiza you better hurry up! I'm waiting for you in the car!" I answer him back with a loud "OK".
My mum started to rush, trying to quickly to make coffee at the same time handing me a yoghurt tub.
" Here you go dear, and there's your spoon." She said while placing my spoon in front of me, " now I'm going upstairs to get changed, so....I think that's it, ok, I have to go, have a great day at school hun." She kissed me on the forehead and quickly headed for the stairs.
"Bye" I mumble back to her. She probably didn't even hear it I think.
I Turn my self around on the bar stool and face my breakfast. I reach for the spoon but once my fingers grab hold of it a burning pain shoots into my hand. I straight away drop the spoon making it hit the hard wood floor with a loud clash.
My hand feel like a scorching, hot metal rod has been put on it. I look at my hand and see a bright red burn mark from my pointing finger to the bottom left of my palm. I observe the burnt area and see that the mark is in the shape of the spoon handle but what was even more scary the burning red mark started grow smaller and turn pink then lighter pink then white and then it melted into my skin like it was never there.
Something was defiantly wasn't right.
" Honey is everything ok down there?!" My mums voice projected from the second floor.
I didn't want to worry her so I yelled out with an uneven voice " Yeah! Everything's fine"
" Ok, then, you you need to get to school soon.... And don't forget your blazer! Or else they'll give you a detention!" She reminded me.
" I won't forget my blazer! Bye mum!!" I yell, getting off the bar stool and grabbing my school bag still confused and frightened from what happened earlier.
I walked out the front door and headed straight to the car where my dad was waiting with an annoyed look.....
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" Bye Eliza, have a great time, ace all the tests!!" My dad tells me from the driver side as I open the trunk to get my bag.
" I don't have any tests today, dad" I say with a grunt when I swing my heavy school bag onto my shoulder.
"Oh, really?.... Ok then just have a great time, and learn, defiantly learn a lot!!" My dad encourages me. Oh god, he is so embarrassing. I am literally feeling like everyone, getting dropped off, are looking at me like my family is crazy.
I lean down so my head is near the open window and whisper\yell at him, " Dad just go already..."
" Fine, fine. I'm going!" He smiles and replies. He closes the window and drives off. I turn around and start to walk to the main gates of the school when I hear a loud beep coming from behind me. I was this close. Quickly I turn back around and wave to my father who has brought the car back to humiliate me. He waves back with a smile. He probably thinks this is hilarious. I hear the warning bell in the distance so I decided to run to my locker before I'm too late.
Finally I made it to my locker only I may have broken and ankle on the way. Sarcasm. God I'm so unfit. That's the truth.
I turn my metal lock. 22....12.....34....click. It opened. I grab my lock off the hook and hold it in my hand while I quickly put my bag and books into my locker.
Once I grabbed all of the books I needed for first period I put my lock back onto the hook. It took one look at the lock to realise that it was glowing red. Not silver like it's supposed to be but it looked like it had been tossed into a fire pit and held there until the metal turned yellow-orange. I closed my eyes and counted to three.
1...........2............3.
I opened my eyes and they reviled a perfect normal looking silver lock not a glowing red-orange lock. Something is defiantly wrong today.
......SO THAT WAS MY FIRST CHAPTER, IT WAS PROBABLY HORRIBLE( I GAVE IT MY BEST SHOT) AND DONT WORRY I WONT BE MAKING EVERY AUTHORS NOTE LONG AND EVEN SOME TIMES I WILL JUST BE TOO LAZY TO WRITE AN AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END.
I BELIEVE YOU SHOULD JUST ENJOY THE STORY INSTEAD OF READING THE AUTHORS NOTES.
THANKS,
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