Lilac

On the day of Emily Lilac's fifteenth birthday, her father gives her a purple amulet - a lilac amulet – an ancient relic of her family. When she puts it around her neck, her world, her life changes.
She discovers that she is not human. And neither is everyone else.
She is part of the new generation of Psychics in a world of monsters. She is one of the only, one of the rarest species in existence and she is the key to ending the war between the two most powerful species around.
And in the midst of it all, there is a love. A Gravern and an Eternal come together, set apart because of the war, and must keep down in fear of death.
So Emily fights: not for the Eternals from the sky; not for the Graverns from the ground; but for the love that her friends share.

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18. Sleeping

I lie in my bed, awake. For some reason I can’t sleep. I understand though, it’s been a very big day for me. I mean, just today, I’ve turned 15 years old (the ‘big one’, the big age, now I understand.), been given my newest attachment to my body, turned into my true form, discovered my true form is very rare, been told everyone else has a true form, gone upstairs on the bus (trust me, that is a big thing too!), been given a new PSHE teacher who is also like me – a Psychic, been shown pretty amazing powers, learned I will learn even more amazing powers than most other people, found out who Naomi likes, found out the world is in a very unstable place and many don’t know it yet, found out my brother’s wife is expecting a baby (‘Oh god,’ I suddenly think ‘They’ve had sex!’ I then realise that that is a very normal thing for adults to do.) and that if I damage my new amulet – ahem, limb, body part or whatever it really is – I die instantly. No wonder I’m having trouble resting. That is a lot to happen, a lot to find out in a day! I begin to wonder some pretty stupid things.

“Will everyone in my dreams look human or their species? If they look like their species then what will I see if I don’t know their species?”

“How do you make an amulet? Do you use your powers completely to make it or do you have to buy the materials for it?”

“Have there been other species that died out?”

“That leads to the question: how did cavemen know how to make amulets and such? How has our entire species survived until now?”

“Are we the only species to do this, or do other animals do this too?”

“Am I dreaming? Is this real? I really don’t know. I hope so, I like being a Psychic. I like being something rare. It makes me feel special for once. I’ve never really stood out before.” These thoughts drift in and out of my head over and over again, stopping me from sleeping. I’m not surprised though. I don’t want these thoughts because I’m tired and I just want to see what tomorrow brings. I try so hard but whenever I try to forget, another question forces its way into my brain. I end up sitting up and turning on the light to try and distract myself. I pick up a book and start to read:

Mine and Cassie's names were called out to perform last. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough boys in the class so 2 girls had to work together. Fortunately, the 2 girls working together were, yep you guessed it, me and Cassie!

We took our places on the stage. Cassie standing poised and perfect, me slouching in my chair with a beer bottle in my hand (my drinks bottle).

"Hello." Cassie says, as the scene begins.

"Y'alright?" I slur, which gets a round of laughter from the class.

"Are you drunk?" She asks. I get up to answer her, take 2 steps and fall over.

"Do you think I am drunk?" I ask which sets the class off laughing again.

Basically, throughout the scene, Romeo -me- tries to get Juliet -Cassie- drunk. In the end, he spikes her drink, with one too many shots of vodka. Although Juliet is now drunk, she has enough common sense to try and avoid Romeo's persistence to let her be kissed by him, however, her good posture and nature has been evaporated by drink.

"Are you tryin' to get a cheap snog?" She asks sliding off her bar seat -school desk- I throw my head back in laughter.

"No I want an expensive one honey!"

She laughs and hiccups back onto her seat. We turn our bodies to face one another’s. I lean in slowly; she hiccups.

"Will you my sweet Juliet grant this young man a wish that might save his life?" I say slurred.

"Why surely I *hiccup* would if it would *hiccup* save a life?" She says.

"Kiss me?" I persist. Juliet gets up and  starts to walk away, but, Romeo grabs her arm and pulls her back to him so, she is standing with her hand over his heart and, his hands on her waist.

"I'll put you in my top ten friends on Facebook?" I say which gets a horrendous amount of laughter. We wait till it has all died down then, Juliet speaks.

"Well, in that case, I must oblige!"

Romeo and Juliet Kiss.

WAIT!!

We are not Romeo and Juliet; we shouldn't be kissing not in front of a whole class of people. I think about trying to push Cassie away, but, her lips are too soft and I realize something I should have done a long time ago.

I am a Lesbian.

And I am proud to be.

We continue to kiss, and one by one, the class begins to clap. Everyone except Zoey. I push my lips harder against Cassie's and she returns my desire.

The scene in my book makes me cringe. I pick up another:

I perched myself on the end of the row our group had taken up on the school seating. I was next to Sam, my best friend, who's normally cheerful face was red and tear-stained. I looked down the line at everyone else.

Monica was crying on Natasha's shoulder, while Natasha was staring deep into space. Charlie had her head in her knees, so I couldn't see her face, but her dyed red hair looked like she had pulled some chunks out of it in despair. Charlie knew Shannon quite well so I wasn't surprised at her reaction. The twins, Ellie and Ella, still looked identical as they had tears on the same part of their face. Jodie, Lauren and Sandra were all holding hands with their eyes closed. This was not the group of friends I was used to seeing. A single tear slid out of my eye.

Mr Carter, our head of year, started to talk; he didn't need to ask for silence today.

"As you all know, our own Shannon Layton was murdered on Saturday night."

Again, silence.

I snap this book shut: it’s too depressing. I pick up another:

I sit on my bed looking blankly around the room. I see nothing but pain and sorrow. Actually, I just see nothing at all.

All I can hear are the sounds of many screams bouncing around the corridor. Those were the screams of the people trying desperately to prove the Patch wrong. They were not going to succeed.

Sophia's boyfriend, Maxwell, is in the room with us. He hugs Sophia loosely while she silently cries into his shoulder. He, however, stares blankly at the open door. Helena is sitting cross-legged on her bed, shaking, with tiny tears only occasionally dripping from her eye. Belinda is repeatedly punching her pillow, trying to get her anger and pain out, even though she knows it isn't working. Carolyn is curled up on her bed, whispering something I can't quite make out, but is something along the lines of 'Take her, I'm not worthy'. Clarissa is in the bathroom like she had been this morning. But this time she wasn't brushing her teeth, this time she was contributing to the screams of agony from the other rooms.

I guess it's not hard to tell that we were not in a good state. In fact, that would be an understatement. But how would you feel if you were told you were most likely going to die, along with almost everyone you know? If you don't know then I hope you never find out.

Clarissa stumbles out of the bathroom in desperate tears. She is holding a sharp knife that I have no idea where it came from.

"Look... look...the knife it... it stopped..." she chokes and clambers over her words as the tears well up and freely flow.

"Look!" She screams to get our attention. Only I move, and that's only slightly. She breaks down again and staggers against the wall.

"When... when I cut knife blood... when I... when..." She can hardly speak. After a few moments of mumbling she spits the complete sentence out.

"When I slice the knife against my skin, it... it... it goes better!" To prove her point she holds the knife up high and slashes it down with an almighty swoop; it catches on her arm. Her pain-filled scream echoes through the room, piercing everything like a clashing chord. The long, thin cut oozes with dark red blood and, sure enough, the cut closes up and makes instant repairs. Within seconds it's like nothing happened at all, the only indicator is the blood that has dripped on the silver, metallic floor.

Why are all my books so depressing? I throw this one across the room and I take one from the bottom of my bookshelf:

I open my eyes. Day 5405 of my miserable life.

I sigh, and turn the lights off again. The magic has faded; I realise that I’m still just a girl and I’m still going to have my girl problems and my everyday tasks. What I don’t realise is that my eyesight has faded too; soon enough I find out the answer to my question about dreams.

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