Skrivet av Fairy Tale: I'm deciding to post my story here, because I'm generally proud of it, but if you don't want to read it, I'll put it in a spoiler. It's in English (DUH)
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It was like I was in water. I couldn’t breathe but I didn’t die, I kicked and screamed in horror as the water closed in on me. There was a girl, a little child not far away from me. I didn’t know who she was, or anything about her at all. The only thought lingering inside the tornado of my thoughts was that I really needed to get to her. And I needed to get to her fast, real fast. But as I panically paddled myself forward to get to her, my muscles aching from all the action, she just drifted further and further away. When I finally got close to her, it was too late. Then with a painful roar all the water turned to fire, and a rattling scream filled all my lungs and burned my throat.
“Shut up, you freak!” exclaimed Ashley, the school’s most popular girl. That was when I realised that my scream wasn’t just a dream. And that I had woken up the whole room. Again.
“Yeah, what’s the matter with you?!” someone else shouted, making my ears ring with embarrassment.
“I had the best dream, Kyle and I were-“, Lynda started, but Ashley interrupted her, making Lynda’s face a pout.
“We don’t care about your stupid crush, Lynda”, Ashley hissed angrily, obviously annoyed at her best friends snorky comment “he’s never going to like you back anyways”
“Guys, it’s 3am, can you please just shut up so I can go back to sleep, I have a test tomorrow and I really need to be alert for it”, Ana said, her voice sounding tired and drained of energy. She was one of the girls who was kind of nice to me. At least she didn’t treat me like the others did, she just stood by and watched. Ana never said anything to me, but sometimes she’d give me half a smile, when no one was watching of course. Everyone with a bit of common sense never dared even to look at me – If not to watch them bully me- when Ashley and her “gang” were near. They knew that they were going to be laughed at for it, and they didn’t want to be treated like I already was.
Slowly, I got up to go to the bathroom, but as I stood up a churning sensation in my stomach stopped me from going any further. I dropped on to my knees and bent forward, the vomit burning in my throat as it lingered up in my mouth and onto the carpet.
“Ew, gross!”, Lise, the girl that slept in the bed beside me screamed in frustration and quickly jumped away from her bed, away from me and the warm puddle of stomach acid and half digested food that was laying on the carpeted floor.
“Will somebody turn on the lights already?!”, someone I couldn’t make out the voice of demanded, as I got to my feet and ran to the bathroom.
I hastily locked the bathroom door and leaned against it. That was the third time something as horrible as that had happened now. Third time this month. I sank to the floor, hugging my knees and making sure that nobody outside heard my sobs. I remained there until I heard a faint knock on the door.
“Ember, are you in there?” my art teacher, Mrs April’s soft voice sounded worried. But, when I didn’t answer she knocked again. “Do you mind if I come in?”
Without answering, I slowly unlocked the door and let Mrs. April in the bathroom.
“How are you, honey?” She asked comforting, putting a soft hand around my shoulders. I turned my face away, staring at the dirty, tiled floor.
“Leave me alone”, I murmured putting my copper-white hair between my knees.
“Okay, dear, you know where to find me if you need to talk”, She took her hand of my shaking shoulders and walked out of the room. “Breakfast soon”, she reminded me. I knew that I needed to be there.
The food I was eating- or at least trying to eat wasn’t that good. My school wasn’t exactly known for their good food. Not that I would eat it if it was good, I had no appetite, and was just stabbing the fried egg, making all of the uncooked egg run down on the side of my knife.
Rumours had been going around breakfast, not about me this time, surprisingly, but about new students coming here. We almost never had anyone begin here that weren’t first year-olds. At least not in the middle of spring term. I wasn’t really that interested, I just sat in the corner of the table, listening to chattering thirteen year olds excited about the fact that it might be a hot guy in their age.
Classes were boring with boring teachers and boring classmates. But at the end of the day, came the class that I always longed for. Art. The art teacher, Mrs. April was always nice to me, I always felt like I could talk to her when I felt sad. But she didn’t stop it, not because she didn’t want to. She actually had tried to, but with no success. Because it was impossible.
Today’s goal was to draw a happy memory from when you were young. I had absolutely no idea of what to draw, and so I decided to come up with a memory. I hadn’t had a happy memory in eight years. Before all of it happened.
I remember it from the back of my head. Though no one knows who did it exactly, they don’t even think someone did it. I believe that it wasn’t an accident. I think an arsonist did it. I think an arsonist killed my parents in that fire, but did a good job of concealing the evidence. The horrible fire left me to the streets, an orphan. No friends, no family left. It was like everyone suddenly had forgotten that happy child who lived in a large, white house. That girl who always had her bright red hair in two pigtails and wore happy little skirts, to match the bows in her hair. The fire took it all away.
So the memory I decided to make up was a picture of my family together. Everyone was smiling at the beach. Of course it wasn’t true, I had pale red hair now, that I didn’t have at the time of the photo and my parents would look older in the picture for it to look legit.
I started sketching, every stroke felt painful and I couldn’t stop tears from falling down my cheeks. People were probably staring- we were supposed to draw a happy memory- which lunatic would cry thinking about something happy?
Finally, the lesson was over and everyone had left. Everyone except the art teacher and I. Mrs April was sitting behind her desk at the opposite side of the room, reading today’s newspaper. I slowly walked up to her and sat down at the chair on the other side of the counter, staring down at my feet.
“I’m so sorry I said that to you this morning”, I mumbled, not daring to look up at her.
“No worries, dear”, she said effortlessly. “did you know that a little girl was found dead this morning?”
“No”, I answered truthfully
“She was found on the bottom of a lake, her feet tied to a big boulder”, Mrs April said, not lifting her gaze from the newspaper. “they don’t know who did it, but someone sick I guess. No healthy person could have done something like that, to a five year old”
I felt my stomach churn again, and I looked at the girl on the picture. Just like the one I’d seen in my dream and I stood up and ran away.
I ran as fast as I could, not even looking up twice to see where I was going. It didn’t matter, as long as I got to the girl’s bathroom quickly, nothing else in the world mattered. Until I ran into someone, shit.
“Oh, sorry!” the boy whom I had ran into said “you okay?” his voice sounded stressed and I figured that he must be the new guy. Everybody else knew that you shouldn’t talk to me. I had fallen over, sitting on the tiled floor, a bit embarrassed.
“Yeah”, I said quietly and looked up at his face. He was gorgeous. He had jet black hair, and eyes so ice blue that my heart skipped a beat. They were almost unnatural. The guy’s facial features were doll-like, and he had small freckles on the side of his perfect nose.
“Oh gosh, I finally got away from them”, he said and wiped his forehead theatrically. “Those girls wouldn’t stop chasing me”, he explained and reached out a hand to me “I’m Zachariah by the way, but people call me Zack”
I took his hand and he howled me to my feet. Oh god he was tall.
“I’m Ember”, just when I said that, a girl emerged from the hallways.
“Zachariah William Grace, you useless fool where on earth have you been?”, she sounded out of breath, like she’d been running a marathon.
“You tell me”, he said, turning his head towards the girl. “these halls are like endless mazes”, I could tell by their accents that they weren’t from here. They both had British accents and I estimated them to be at least my age.
“Who’s this?”, the girl asked, obviously referring to me.
“Her name is Ember, and I just ran in to her, literally”, he told her and turned to me, “Ember, this is Zen, my horrid twin”
Now that he mentioned it, I could see that they were extremely alike. Zen was like her brother, tall and the only difference between them was that one of Zen’s eyes were forest green and the other as blue as his. And she was in fact a girl.
“Hello, Ember”, Zen said with a warm smile and reached out a friendly hand to me. I didn’t shake it, just looked seriously in her eyes.
“You really shouldn’t talk to me”, I said, my voice shaking a bit and I had completely forgot about the girl in my dream. “You don’t know what they’ll do to you if you do and I don’t want to ruin your reputation”, with that said, I turned away from them and started walking towards the bedrooms.
“Ember! Wait!”, I heard Zack’s voice call to me “at least it was nice to meet you!” he said when I didn’t obey him.
I kept walking to the dorms and threw myself on bed, burying my face in my soft pillow, sobbing. I wished I could have just stayed there and talked to them like any normal person would. They seemed so nice. And beautiful. I mean they both were, but Zack. He was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen or would see ever.
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