The Guardians

Chapter 7

I was walking to school this time... No more buses. I check my bag and see if i have all my folders which contain all my homework.

I didn't have my French folder... My teacher would have murdered me if i had not got it. I walk inside the house and notice my mum talking to someone on the phone.

"When do I tell her? You know who i am talking about! My daughter!"

Me?

"You aren't her father. You can't tell her..."

I start to feel sick. I fall on the floor then everything went black.

1 HOUR LATER...

I see flames appearing in the corner of my eyes. Something is not right. A woman who looks like a nurse came over to me. I see a badge "London Mental Institution" WHAT?
"I DO NOT BELONG HERE!"I keep saying until they strap me down to the chair. I gaze up at the needle getting closer and closer to me. I just close my eyes.
I wake up and here noises. Voices. I see a shadow which seems to be at the front of me... I decide that I have to get out I just have to. I use all of my strength to get out of the chair. The straps broke.I push the woman out of the way, I move faster, this wasn't human speed. I founf another door. I heard all the people here shouting, and screaming to get out of here. I would get out of here. I am not staying here! I eventually opened another door, I saw a bright green forest. I saw many different things. I saw wolves, but one stood out. It was a black wolf with golden eyes. I saw people who looked normal from a distance, but as I got closer they had transparent wings and some of their wings glowed. They all varied in colours, and wings. Some had purple skin, some had bright yellow skin. I heard someone calling my name. "Scarlet." I turned around to see a woman with bright blue eyes.

Suddenly it went black.

I felt like I was seeing everything from underwater.

I hear my name being called. Mum. I see my mother's eyes, looking at me worriedly.

That nightmare was horribly vivid... like i actually felt it.

I realise i am laid on the couch. I sit up but everything goes dizzy again. I guess I am not going to school again. At least I am missing French...

For the rest of the day I just slept, and kept thinking about school.

Waking up for a nap, my mother was sat on the chair beside the sofa I was laying on watching television.

"Mum?" I asked her, groggily.

"Yes?" She answered.

"Who were you on the phone to?" I asked. I hoped she would answer and tell me the truth.

"Oh it was just work." She mumbled nervously. She was a bad liar. I didn't answer her back, I just kept silent.