Changing The Inevitable

Chapter 1

Well this is my first story I’ve written on wattpad. This chapter is a bit short but hope you enjoy.

The wind controlled my hair, picking it up and whipping it around. It flew into my face, obscuring my vision from the dark woods ahead. My bare feet sank into the ground as I ran away from the house I had been stood in just minutes before. Nettles snagged my jumper, their lethal touch stung my skin, but I ignored the pain. I had one goal in my mind, and one goal only, To get away from that house, and fast.

I turned my head back to the house just to catch a glimpse of a silhouette standing in the window before the house exploded. The impact knocked me to the ground. Sweat trickled down my forehead, and the window that my eyes were glued to shattered. Smoke and fire burst from within the house. The explosion was deafening. I tried to block out all the terrifying sounds that came after but the constant crackle of the fire refused to leave, Instead, it just got louder.

I couldn't move as I stared in horror at where the man, just moments before stood. My hands trembled and tears pricked the back of my eyes. I knew I had to move but I just couldn't. The flames danced around the house and the smoke clouded the clear nights sky, clouding my thoughts at the same time. I was snapped out of my trance by someone grabbing my arm. 

I couldn't move my body, as something was tightly wrapped around it. My eyes flew open in panic but still all I could see was black, darkness surrounded me, suffocating me.

I thrashed my legs around trying to break free of the tangled web that surrounded them. Then I realised that something heavy was on top of them, and that something just made a grunting noise. Shortly after came a high pitched scream.

Light flooded the room and a worried face appeared in the doorway and it took me a second to realise I was the one screaming.

I looked around the room to find the familiar flowered wallpaper and white wardrobes. I was sat in a wrought iron bed with the covers bundled up around me, they were  practically stuck to me with sweat.

Sighing, my mum came in and sat on the bed, shoving Jasper, my basset hound to the other side so there was room. He snapped his head up looking startled then flopped back down again. "Was it that dream again?"

I nodded as relief washed through my body; it was only a dream, that awful dream that scares me almost every other night. Lately, the dreams have become worse. They were so vague at first, they were just blurred images in my mind, but now everything was so vivid, so real. It was like a film that had been put on repeat, there was no escaping it, every time I closed my eyes, the play button would be pressed.

And the most frustrating part, was that I always woke up before I actually got to see who had grabbed my arm.

"What time is it?" I asked. 

"Almost 3 A.M. These dreams have been going on a while now. Are you sure there's nothing causing them? You can talk to me you know."

I smiled "I know." I think she wanted for me to say something more but I was too tired to explain that nothing was going on. Sighing again, she stood up.

"Okay honey, try and get some rest I will see you in the morning." She looked as if she was going to say something else but thought better of it. Instead she bent down and kissed my forehead. Her forehead creased up again. "How about school, do you think that has something to do with this?"

She was clutching at straws now, desperately trying to find a cause behind the dreams. She always had been like that, always hated when she couldn't solve a problem.

"Schools fine mum. I'm fine." Admitting defeat, she walked out switching the light out as she went. I listened to her footsteps retreating down the hall.

She didn't deserve to be woken up almost every night by me. Dark circles have appeared below her soft hazel eyes. Clearly I wasn't the only one not getting enough sleep. I laid back down staring at the ceiling above me.

 I lay there in the dark for a while listening to Jasper's soft snores that were somehow comforting. 

I wasn't ready to go back to sleep yet, fearing of having that dream again. But eventually my eyelids drooped and sleep took over.