Demons And Angels

Jayde Rogers was an angelic child. She never did anything bad and was always doing what she was told. She was bullied because of an eating disorder she had due to a tragic childhood memory. Her father was always doing charity work and was never around. She had no friends and was moving around a LOT. One day, what happens when her path crosses with another person's who isn't exactly heaven's angel?

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10. Chapter-10

Jayde's POV
After we had gotten back to shore, I put on my tee and shirts and put all my stuff in my bag. I had my shoes hanging from my fingers as Nico and I walked back to the Hermes cabin. I was extremely tired after fighting that thing so Nico thought it would be best if I got some sleep. "But I 'm not sleepy." I said as I yawned. "Sure. Look, the first time I used a lot of my powers, I slept for a week. You NEED to rest." He said. Nico was currently giving me a piggy-back ride because I was really tired. I could barely keep my arms around his neck and my head was resting softly on his back. He arms were holding up my legs that were wrapped around his waist. As we walked though the camp, we got a few weird stares but otherwise people ignored us. When Nico had gotten to the cabin, he placed me in my sleeping bag and pressed his soft lips to my forehead before walking out. "Bye." I mumbled softly before he walked out. I thought I heard him say something but I was already asleep.
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The same nightmare I had the other day occurred once more to me. I stood in a maze, bushes around twenty feet tall stood all around me in the dark night. Every other ten feet or so there was a dim torch. I looked down at myself and noticed what I wore. I had a strapless black dress that stopped about mid thigh in the front but flowed to the ground in the back. I wore black ballet flats and my hair... well it looked like I was from the 20's. I had a short black dagger that hung loosely from my side. I looked around when I heard the scuffling of a lot of small feet. I looked behind me and noticed thousands of beady red eyes staring back at me. I froze. I knew what they belonged to. I hated the nasty creatures. I was deathly terrified of them. I turned and ran. They had the same idea and chased me. I pushed my lungs so that I could run faster. I ran into a two way crossroad. One way was left. One way was right. I hand popped out of the bush wall in front of me and grabbed my arm, pulling me into it. I fell into someone's chest, my breathing heavy from running. The person pulled me tighter to them and I started to wonder, "Who is this?" I looked up, and right before I saw their face, the scene changed. I stood in a room flooded with light this time. My eyes took about two seconds to adjust then I realized where I stood. I was five again. I was inside my old elementary school by the girl's bathroom with my friend Lana. She was the same age as me but an inch or two taller. She had VERY black hair that went in a braid down her back. Her eyes were startling green and her skin was fair. She normally wore a long sleeve, denim or leather vest type thing, leggings and a tutu with her slip-ons. For a five year old, she had style. We stood frozen in front of a man holding a bloodied knife. We had gone to the bathroom together when a lock down happened but we didn't know as we were in the restroom. We were walking back to the classroom when the man approached us. He stood, locking eyes with Lana. She trembled slightly but held her ground, then he lunged. He stabbed her in the chest, making her limp body fall to the ground. I screamed, making the officer who was around the corner run towards me and tackle the man. I dropped to the floor and hugged Lana's limp body. A few moments later, a paramedic crew came in and attempted to pry me from my dead friend but failed. They eventually lifted me off of her and onto a separate gurney to take me to the hospital with her. The man was sentenced to death and even if Lana hadn't died while in the school, she died before reaching the hospital. That was the day I stopped eating and became Anorexic. 
My eyes fluttered open and I looked around me. Bodies laid around me in their sleeping bags or bunks and darkness fled into the room from the windows. I tried going back to sleep but just couldn't so I thought I would find go Nico. I crawled out of my sleeping bag and changed out of my other clothes because they were not comfy. I changed into a black tanktop and sweats. I slipped on my hightops and my black varsity jacket and made my way to Nico's cabin. I'd never seen it before but it stood out from the others a LOT. I let myself in easily because cabin doors were never locked. I looked around and saw Nico asleep, curled up on top of the blankets on his bed. I walked over to him, taking off my jacket and shoes in the process. I curled up next to Nico, careful not to wake him. Apparently, I still woke him up. "Jayde. What are you doing here?" Nico asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes. "I had a bad dream." I said softly, curling up to him even more. "Oh... Okay. You're fine. It was just a dream. If you want to talk about it, I'm here." He said, stroking my hair while his other arm was snaked around my waist. I sat up, wanting to talk it out with someone. "Well, my dream has two parts. The first part, I'm stuck in a maze, and I'm being chased down by one of my worst nightmares. I'm just running when all the sudden, somebody pulls me through one of the walls and it's over. Then, I'm five again. I'm reliving my worst memory. I was in kindergarten and me and my friend went to the bathroom but when we did, a murderer came into the school and we didn't know about it. When we walked out of the bathroom, he was there and he s-stabbed my f-friend and k-killed her." I started sobbing. Nico pulled me into a hug and started stroking my hair once again, calming me down. I just sat there and cried into his shoulder. "Shh. It's okay. I'm here." He said in a soothing voice. I eventually calmed down and curled up by his side once again, drifting to sleep once more, but this time without the bad dreams.

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