Chaos

So my nightmare began like this.
I was standing on a deserted neighbourhood in some medieval town. It was the middle of the night. A massive storm was brewing somewhere in the distance. Wind ripped through the tiny little huts along the dusty road. About a block away, just past a line of annihilated veggie crops, a river churned.
This is where my boarding school is located, I thought. My boarding school a century ago. Though I wasn't sure how I knew that interesting bit of info. I’d never paid attention to my school’s history.

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1. Save the Future

 

So my nightmare began like this.

            I was standing on a deserted neighbourhood in some medieval town. It was the middle of the night. A massive storm was brewing somewhere in the distance. Wind ripped through the tiny little huts along the dusty road. About a block away, just past a line of annihilated veggie crops, a river churned.

            This is where my boarding school is located, I thought. My boarding school a century ago. Though I wasn’t sure how I knew that interesting bit of info. I’d never paid attention to my school’s history.

            Then I heard footsteps clattering against the dirt road. I turned and saw a county woman running for her life.

            The poor woman was terrified of something behind her. She must’ve been tortured or some sort. Dirty blood streaked through her maid uniform. She’d escaped from somewhere horrible. She was trying to get away from... someone.

            A blood curdling scream cut through the storm’s raging growls. Behind the woman, at the far end of the village, a beastly figure loomed. It swatted aside a small hut like it was nothing, sending it flying towards the river’s banks.

            The woman stumbled, and I was caught in an urge to help her, even if I had no clue who she was. She muttered to herself, “Have to get away! Have to warn Crystelle!”

            At hearing my name, I froze. She was talking about me, surely. She had to be – because, why would I be dreaming about it?

            I shook myself away from my thoughts, as I struggled to determine what was chasing her. Even if the monster was not allowing me to see it, I could hear it swearing and cursing. The ground I stood on shook as it got closer.

            The woman was approaching me. Her eyes widened at the sight of seeing me standing awkwardly in the midst of a rampant storm.

            “Run child! It’s not safe for you here! Scram before he gets you!”

            Who? Who’s gonna get me? I wanted to say, but my throat was as dry as the Sahara.

            “Have you lost your nerve? Run!”

            But why? Why do I need to run? Again, my voice failed to present itself.

            “Suit yourself, foolish child!” The woman lingered around me for a moment, studying my poker face, until she turned and bolted.

            The swearing and cursing grew so loud, it burst my eardrums and made my skull throb in massive excruciation. Why the hell did this dream feel so real?

            “Where are you, mistress?” The monster howled, towering over me. “And who’s this sacrifice that you have left for me?” It looked down at me now, probably considering which part of me was the tastiest.

            I’m not a freaking sacrifice! My consciousness screamed, but the words died down on the tip of my tongue.

            “Why aren’t you speaking, my pretty?” The monster cooed, reaching down to – I don’t know – stroke my hair? “Can I hear your wails before I eat you?”

            Gross! My thoughts snorted. Where was my voice when I needed it? Stop touching me you feral beast! Taking a risk, I stretched my jaw and clamped my teeth hard on the giant’s hand. Immediately, my body sent me distress signals that blared through my mind screaming, PAIN, PAIN and PAIN. Nothing was ever as painful as this. But it seemed to have the effect I wanted – the beast howled in hurt and his hands flew off me.

            “Feisty little girlie, aren’t cha?” He chuckled. “Why do I have a feeling I know you from somewhere? Maybe you’re that beauty goddess I meant a few months back. And your clothes? You’re not from around here, are ya?”

            Whaddaya think? Do I look like I’m from the middle ages? I retorted, even if he couldn’t hear me.

            “Mute? Why don’t I help ya?”

            His hands were on me again, and I was helpless to stop it. His tattered shirt sleeves reeked of blood and something else. Some sort of drink. Can monsters get drunk? I still couldn’t see his facial features...

            “Now, this might hurt a bit...”

 

I sat bolt upright, to find myself shivering in my dormitory bed.

            There was no raging storm, or no abusive beast.

            The morning sunlight filtered through the dorm window. In one corner, was my best friend, Rae, and in the other corner was her obnoxious twin brother, Rai.

            Yeah, ha, ha, Rae and Rai. The irony.

            I thought I saw a shadow flash across the glass pane – a fairly humanlike shape. But then Rae stirred and yawned heavily and the shadow was gone.

            It must’ve been my livid imagination running wild again. I mean, I was in a ten storey boarding school with a rickety old fire escape... there couldn’t of been anyone out there.

            Right?

            “Morning Sleeping Beauty,” I sighed and ninja-rolled out of my bed. I slipped into my fuzzy bunny slippers and hobbled over to the other side of the room. Rae glared at me through morning eyes and covered her face with her oversized comforter.

            “Ten more minutes,” she complained, swatting my playful hands away from her face.

            “Come on, daahh-ling!” I screeched, in our dorm-mistress’ high-pitched voice. “Last day of Grade Seven! You should be excited! We’ve almost made it to the end of our freshmen days!”

            “Shut up, Crystelle! Ugh, why do you have to be such a happy, morning person?”

            How wrong was she? In the back of my mind, I still had the dream from last night replaying like a broken record. Over and over again ‘till my brain felt like it was going to explode.

            “I don’t know,” I lied through gritted teeth, forcing my jaw muscles into the brightest smile I could muster. “I guess I just love mornings.”

            “Well, I hate them.” Rae moaned, but was beginning to get out of her bed. “You know I detest waking up early.”

            “Hence the nickname, Sleeping Beauty, my princess.” I laughed, bowing down low.

            “Just let me shower.” Rae scowled.

            “Whatever tickles your fancy, Your Highness.” I chuckled, getting out of her way.

            Once I heard the water in the bathroom turn on, I hurried to get dressed myself. I checked myself once, and decided I didn’t need to shower until later. I was getting late to class anyway if I did. I hopped over to Rai’s bed to check if he was still slepping – and he was – before I quickly threw on tight black jeans and a loose dark shirt that read, Save the Future on it.

            I tried my best as I gulped down my breakfast – bacon and scrambled eggs with rice, I’ll explain later – to not think about my nightmare, but it was hard not to.

            Have to get away! Have to warn Crystelle!

            What had that nut-job meant? And why was she referring to me?

            Like I read in Percy Jackson, I made a three-fingered claw over my heart and pushed outwards – an ancient gesture that Percy used to do to ward off evil. It’s just this bookworm thing that I do.

            The dream better not come true.

            Why would it? A voice in the back of my mind asked. You’ve been waiting for something exciting to happen in your life – just like in your stories – for as long as you could read! Why would you think this dream is any different?

            I gulped down my water and pushed away any nightmarish thoughts. Just one more day. Then I’ll see my family again. Then I’ll be away from my accursed boarding school.

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