How To Save A Life

"I've witnessed death weave it's way into my life." Amelie Elwood is living through her life, unlike a regular kid, since someone is haunting her every step, her every move, her every approach in life. Amelie is aware of the events and occurrences that will happen to her but uncovering secrets and information is what she really needs! But when her mum suggests she goes to a certain camp, her whole world relies on the people she meets and become attached to. Will she unlock the mystery before her spook is ready for the death date?


10. Chapter 7

Eventually, by one in the morning, I fell asleep. A blinding white light shone and I woke up on the side of a train track. A large tree, holding up quite a small tree house stood afar in my view. There was a modern building near it, looking beautiful as dusk approached. Purple, dark blue and orange filled the area and brightened up my thoughts until I realised that Maurelle was here.


"Maurelle..." I stammered. "No....NO! Why now? It's too early, please..." I begged. I was going to die. I was going to die in a place I hadn't even been to. "I don't even know where we are. I don't want to die in a place that I've never heard of!" I yelled but it sounded more of a croaky whisper.

"What?" She grinned. I had never seen her grin or smile before. "You have heard of this will." She chuckled. I watched her appearance alter. It never happened when I was around, I would just see her every day-as herself or someone I wanted or needed to see-but it never altered whilst I saw. I watched the new form of appearance. It was someone I recognized but the person was so bloody and bruised that it looked so uncanny and unidentifiable.

The sun rose, searching for darkness to fill with light but it didn't change anything to do with my mood. Maurelle drifted along the train track, moving further and further away from me. Stepping back away from the track, about a few metres away, loud vibrations occurred on the metal tracks and the tooting of a horn was heard. A train. Maurelle, however, continued to move in the direction of where the train was coming from.

"Maurelle!" I screamed. "What are you doing...?" I quietened  my voice as I spoke. She was a ghostly figure, surely she wouldn't die if it hit her. But why was she edging towards the train?

Then it zoomed right past me, blowing my hair to a side as leaves twirled in the smoky, polluted air. At the very front of the train, Maurelle was being dragged along, dead on the floor. She had been hit. My body flooded with relief. If she was dead then I would live. Unfortunately, she swiftly, dragged herself up as blood flowed out of her skin and then vanished like magic. She wasn't dead-like literally gone from my life. Her appearance still bugged me. It was defiantly someone I knew but the bruises, blood and marks from her train hit covered the identity.

"What was that all about? Why didn't you move out the way?" I said, sounding irritated.

"Move out the way? Hmm...I could of, couldn't I?" She smirked.

"Think before you do things, Maurelle!" I replied, but it didn't escape my mind that I did, in fact, want her to die, instead of me.

"Who are you supposed to be?" I questioned, impatient for the answer.

"Wouldn't you like to know..." She sniggered. "I'm someone you want to should, then, know."

"But I don't and yes, I would like to know!" I returned, aggravated.

"You do know!" She smiled, but not in the cheeky, mischievous way like she had been doing for as long as we were in the location for.

"Ok...but where are we?" I interrogated.

"I told you; you will know."

In a spilt second, Maurelle pushed me onto the track and before I could think, I heard another train chugging in my direction. I jerked my head towards Maurelle and tried, desperately to move my feet but it was as if they were clasped to the tracks. The blood, bruises and marks disappeared off Maurelle's altered face and she pelted to the ground like something strong had hit her. I, now, recognized the face and when I tried to cry out loud-louder than ever other scream I had ever made-the train hit me in an instant, knocking me off my feet.

I sprang out of bed, immediately. Sweat pouring down my forehead; my heart pounding, loudly; my breath as quick as if I had done a five or ten kilometre race. It had all been a dream.

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