The Guardians

Chapter 8

I stroll into the living room casually and notice my brother asleep on the sofa. I look down, at the fire place, just under the TV which was playing some random TV programme about school dinners. Then everything goes extremely quiet in my mind as I do nothing but focus on the flickering flames which seemed to glow an extremely bright colour. They reminded me of a certain someone's eyes. My brother (sort of). I really do need to get away from here... I shiver at the thought of hurting my friends and family because of my "problem", or whatever the heck it is. In my opinion, its some kind of problem that Satan gave me. It sounds so weird using Satan as a normal word. PSHHH Satan isn't my dad! Maybe this is all a dream!

Usually on a Saturday afternoon me and my best friend meet up. I am no longer her best friend because I would kill her. Somehow.

I go into the library and look at all the books, I absolutely love books! I pick up an old leather book, and look at the old yellow pages. I see fire. I slam the book down onto the floor but everyone stares at me. I glare at them and they glare back. I notice someone in the corner of my eye. Alex. People were going to think I am crazy.

I rush over just after I shout "SORRY!" with people still glaring at me. Alex, looks back down at his book and doesn't look at me. He knows I am here! I thought. RUDE. I close the book that is in his hand and I say "Excuse me."

He looks up, furiously "What are you doing? Books are precious and you need to look after them, not  slam them down. Or shut them when people are reading them," He glared and then started again, "You should admire their uniqueness"

"I'm sorry I just fell asleep whilst you gave me a lecture over books... What did you say?" I say sarcastically. "Why on earth are you ignoring me all of a sudden? What have I ever done to upset you?" To be honest, I understood where he was coming from when he gave me that lecture on books.

"You shut my book when I was reading it maybe?"

"No. You know what I mean Alex."

Alex looks up at me, shocked "How on Earth do you know my name? Are you stalking me or something?"

"Uh, no why would I want to stalk you?!" I laugh viciously.

"I don't even care. Go away Scarlet."

"And you were saying I was stalking YOU?! It seems like it is the other way around, my friend." I shout. People start to stare again and notice that my expression was absolutely furious. I wanted to smash his face into the floor and claw his eyes out. I wouldn't actually do that but... You know. That's how anger makes you feel sometimes.

"Uh... No..." Alex says, going red.

He grabs my arm and drags me out of the library forgetting about the book that was on the wooden old table.

"I HAD A DREAM!"

"Yeah, yeah I don't need you recalling the speech of Martin Luther King..." I thought, but I was inspired by him. Especially how he didn't give a damn about what people thought and stuck up for what he believed in.

"Uh... For your information, it was "I have a dream" not I had a dream, you idiot."

"I had a dream about you and it told me your name. It scared me but I think something is happening. And  you know what it is. That is why you are avoiding me isn't it?" I knew that was why. "Tell me. Tell me everything."

"No." he simply replied.

"Why?" Why couldn't he just tell me?!

"I can't. I need to go." I grabbed his wrist and I felt butterflies. He always gave me a weird feeling.

"Stop!" I said.

He pulled his wrist away from me. I let go, but he didn't away and for a second he just stood there looking. When I met his eyes, I flinched. He then walked away quickly.

I am so confused. My life is a mess. I don't know who I am anymore. I don't know why I am having these dreams or even if they mean something.