This is a story I've had in my head for a while and decided to finally write it down. Just a warning, this story won't make sense for the first few chapters, it is not supposed to. I did that on purpose.
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Chapter One
I don't usually dream...
Dreams usually avoid me...
But lately...
Lately the dreams have been coming to me, frequently, and unusually vivid.
In then I visit a world...
A world of fantasy.
At first I welcomed the dreams..
However they soon turned into nightmares.
They do not stop when I wake up anymore...
They ensare me within their fear.
The most disturbing dream I have is of a skeletal cat following me..
Everywhere...
Reality blends with Fantasy...
I can not distinguish the two...
I think I will snap sooner or later...
I'm going mad...
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Drake
When did I get on the bus? I can't remember. When did I walk into school? I can't remember. When did I take my seat in class? I can't remember. When did the teacher begin talking? I can't remember.
All I remember is... nothing... nothing about today at least. Am I dreaming? Am I even awake? I cannot tell anymore.
I cannot understand the teacher's words. The waves of sound become muffled within the air by some invisible force. All sound is muted.
Lightning streaks outside, the sound of thunder rattles my bones. The windows crash open letting in the furry of the storm. Rain drops drive into my skin like bullets. The class is still going on, the teacher's and students see nothing. The room spins. The light fades. A crooked toothed grin floats out of the dark. I feel sick. The mouth laughs. I open my mouth to shot in pain and fear. No sound escaped, the words freeze on my tongue. I'm loosing my balance. I'm falling. Falling... Glass shatters against my skull. My scream erupts from my throat.
"Drake..." The name is barely audible. "Drake...!" Someone sounds panicked. Why? "Drake!" My eyes open. I'm back in class. However... something is wrong. Everything is sideways, and my head hurts...
"What?" I choke out sitting up and rubbing my head. My hair is warm... and wet... I remove my head and hold it to me face. Blood. I don't feel anything though...
"Oh no... We're getting you to the nurse." I feel a hand grab my upper arm and pull me to my feet.
"What happened?" I repeat pulling away from the hand and stand up straight. I'm lightheaded.
"You feel from your chair and hit your head on the chair," came the voice of the owner of the hand. The hand belonged to Mr. Daene, the mythology teacher. My mythology teacher.
"I'm fine," I still don't feel pain, I feel the warmth creep lower long my neck.
"You're bleeding... badly... Rosine, please bring Drake to the nurses office, now..."
"Of course," a female voice replies, I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Come on Drake.."
"I can walk myself," I snap pulling away from the hand and stumbling into the hallway. The lights flicker, sinister laughter echoes through the hall. Nausea like a wave sweeps over me. My body moves on its own, doubling over and clutching it's stomach.
"Drake!" Rosine's voice shouts after me and grips my shoulder's tightly. "You're going to the nurses office. Now." I feel her leading me down the hall, I don't fight back.
"Sis..." I began to say looking up at my twin. "What is the weather outside like today?"
"Clear blue skies... why are you asking such strange questions?" Her reply sends a chill down my spine. "you must have a concussion... let's hurry..." She moves slightly quicker bringing me along with her.
I'm going mad...