Meredith Green is an eighteen year old girl who is, to be honest, pretty lazy. She has no idea which direction her life is going to take, and, quite frankly, doesn't care. She gets the opportunity she needs to turn her life around, however, in the form of a completely unexpected call from a Specialist University, offering her a place among their ranks. With no other options, Meredith is forced to attend, along with her best friend Charlie Samuels, who also received a mysterious phone call. From the moment they enter the huge manor house, Meredith starts developing odd symptoms and strange suspicions about the teachers. Also, the two brothers who own the manor, Jeremiah and Noah, seem to act weird around the pupils in particular. She is determined to find out the truth, despite the mystery illness she seems to be coming down with. However, is the truth safe? Can Meredith handle the shocking facts about everyone around her that she loves and trusts?


5. Nightmare

"Momma! Momma, come on! This way! I want to go to the park today, just you and me. Our special day, without silly Daddy meddling and messing up our games." Meredith laughed, tugging on her mother's hand. Her golden locks bounced around her head and she jumped up and down, a wide grin plastered across her pale, delighted face, warming up her beautiful, merry brown eyes. Her nickname was Merry, short for Meredith, also because of her merry, carefree nature. Dione, her mother, smiled amusedly, playing along with her daughter's game. She was dressed in jeans and a long, flowery top, which blew out like floral mist when the breeze caught it, much like her thick, glossy blonde hair, the exact same shade as Meredith's.

"Now, now, Merry. Careful; we're near a busy road here!" cautioned Dione, glancing with a slight tinge of worry at the speeding cars and rattling lorries motoring along the main road. Meredith carried on towing her mother, oblivious to her mother's warnings.

"Don't worry, Momma. The Sparkledust Fairy and her Magic Unicorn will keep us safe from the silly traffic!" laughed Merry breezily, skipping along the pink-tinged pavement. She laughed and chattered, counting the cars parked by the side and challenging her mother to hopscotch races. Suddenly, she swerved violently to the right, towards the road. Dione was dragged along, stunned for a spilt second by the sudden change of direction. That split second was long enough for Meredith to skip out into the road, roaring traffic blundering past. "This way, Momma! The Fairy Park is this way!" She called to her mother, turning round to carry on. Then, she spotted the truck, the same time that her mother did. It was powering towards her, the cabin to high for the driver to spot Meredith in time. She was frozen, her eyes wide and petrified, her bottom lip trembling like it always did when she was scared. The truck blazed on, its blaring headlights searing out a path for it to follow. The cruelty of irony; she looked exactly like a rabbit caught in between headlights.

"MEREDITH! NO!" screamed Dione, a tear slipping silently from her eyes and running down her rosy cheeks. Impulsively, Dione ran out towards her daughter. Into the path of the death machine. Scopping up Meredith, she threw her onto the grassy verge on the other side of the road, relief coarsing through her veins. Then she turned in time to hear the deperate screech of brakes, the glare of headlights and the driver's sickly, horrified expression as the truck connected with her body.


"No!" I screamed hoarsely, sitting bolt upright in my bed, my eyes bulging and face a deathly white. Freezing cold sweat drenched my whole body as if I'd taken a night-time shower, glueing my clothes and hair to my body and neck. Taking short, shallow gasps, I fell back limply against my damp pillows, suddenly drained of all life and energy. It was just a nightmare. It wasn't real. But the cruel truth was that yes, it actually was real. My mum actually is dead. I realised slowly that my arm was upright, reaching out as if to grab something. As if to grab my mum. I lowered it gently, my brain foggy with fear and sleep, cradling it to my chest as if it were the most precious thing in the world. A thin shaft of silver-blue moonlight fell onto my body, lighting my whole being up. I felt protected by the light, as if I was being cradled and held close by my mum, back when she was still alive and loving. After a few fruitless attempts to fall back asleep, I got up and undressed, grabbing a soft, plush towel from the rack leaning against one of the blue and white striped walls of my bedroom. I stepped into the small, cold-tiled en suite, tiptoeing gingerly across the floor and towards my shower. I switched it onto full blast, feeling a warm tingling sensation as I felt the feeling come back into my numb body. Pouring the whole bottle of shampoo onto my hair, I lathered and rinsed, lathered and rinsed, repeat, until I heard the first chirp of a waking bird. I towelled myself down and blow-dried my hair until it was soft and silky, along with my peachy skin.


I was sat at my dressing table, making myself look pretty, when I heard a noise outside, much like the sound of gravel being thrown at my window or being trodden on underfoot. I frowned, pulling on a dressing gown and padding over to the double bay window, kneeling on the window seat for a better view of the front lawn. I couldn't see anything beyond the landscaped hedges and neat gravel drives, no matter how hard I strained. Glancing at my watch, I read 6:30 with a look of relief and mounting dread. A strange combination, I know, but I had valid reasons for both. Relief, as I knew no-one in their right minds would want to come stalking me at 6:30, and dread because if they were stalking me, they were most probably proffesionals. I let my eyes linger for a few more moments on the beautiful sunrise sky, composed of light pinks, sandy goldens and peachy oranges. To my surprise, a handful of gravel suddenly appeared on my window, falling again. I peered out and saw, to my increduality, a very tired and irritated Charlie motioning for me to let her in. I gasped, not knowing what to do, then gathered my wits and grabbed some jeans and a random tank-top from the pile I'd made the night before, puling them on along with some socks. I pulled a brush through my already-combed hair then hurried downstairs, careful not to make a noise that would wake up Jenny. When I reached the door I opened it gently, hoping to silence the thoroughly annoying click sound it made when being opened, though to no avail. "Can't you shut that thing up?" snapped Charlie as she came in, hanging her coat up in the cloakroom as I locked the front door behind her.

"Look who woke up on the wrong side of the bed!" I teased good-naturedly, poking her ribs as she shut the door. She tried to frown but failed, smiling grumpily at me. "So, what major crisis happened while I was asleep? Your nail broke?" I grinned cheekily. Charlie rolled her eyes, putting both hands on her hips.

"No, idiot. I guessed you need help packing." She said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

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