By chance

Chapter 2

Felicity sat bolt upright! Another Dream...... another nightmare.

"Why do I keep on having these? What's wrong with me? Is it a warning? Is it normal to have reoccurring dreams about people planning an evil deed?" All these questions were running through Felicity's mind. it was very dark, she leaned over to her bedside cabinet and looked at her clock. It was one minute passed midnight. Her mouth was dry and she shivered with the cold. She lay back down on her bed pulling the duvet up to her ears when a thought crossed her swimming mind.

"Was it real?"

"No it wasn't!" She told herself "It was a stupid dream like all the others" She rolled onto her side and shut her eyes but she couldn't sleep. Her mind was racing with questions. Worst of all, she was scared. Felicity Kendrall was truly scared. Something about that dream wasn't the same as any other dream. It was different, it was real. She didn't know what to do, it was too early too early to rise yet too late to go back to sleep. She just lay there, looking at the distorted shapes the beams of lite that were coming from the window made.

The only thing she could do is lie there. She couldn't go downstairs or seek comfort from her parents for Felicity was an orphan. Her parents died when she was born and she was discovered by young man that went by the name of Woody Donkins. That is all any of the staff at Crownberry Orphanage new about the start of her life. Donkins had told them she was to be called Felicity Kendrall. He left her at the orphanage and never came back.

Felicity was 15 years old, she would be 16 in just a week! She had long brunette hair and bright blue eyes. She did well at school, she was studious but far from popular. she gets bullied because she is an orphan. Kids often ask her what happened to her parents and when she doesn't have an answer they meanly laugh at her!  Now, Felicity doesn't even try and be popular, she just goes to school to work and that's all! She doesn't know what she wants to be when she's older but Felicity knows one thing: She doesn't want to have reoccurring nightmares about people plotting her death.

It was useless, Felicity couldn't sleep, everytime she went to sleep she felt like Ablang was looking down at her, like he was watching her.

"Snap out of it Felicity" she said to her self  "look. get up. and go get a cup of cocoa, perhaps Maid Anne will be........"

Realising she was talking to herself she swung her legs out of bed, and rummaged for the torch in her draws. She couldn't find one. She wasn't scared of the dark but for some reason, she really didn't want to go downstairs with no light, in the dark, knowing that someone could be watching from the shadows.

She slumped back down on her bed. She wasn't scared. She had always praised herself for being brave and having courage! She took a deep breath, stood up and placed her hand on the door handle.. Something was stopping her from pushing open the door.

"I'm not scared" She told her self nad she pushed hard on the door with all her might and it didn't open. She pushed again but it wouldn't budge. She began to feel the fear bubble up inside her stomach again. it felt like her gut had tied it self in a very tight knot, so tight it would never untie again.

"stay calm" she told her self "everything will be fine"

She replaced her hand on the handle and pushed again but it woudn't move. She stood there, silent, She felt like someone was breathing down the back of her neck. She could feel someone watching her, she felt like if she turned round Ablang would be there, ready to strike her with his short blood stained dagger.

"Should I turn round" She thought "Or should I just stand here and..... NO! I will have to face it sometime, I can't just stand here all my life, I will have to face it sometime"

She took another deep breath, At the same time she felt someone breath down her neck. She frooze, She couldnt' move for fright, the knot  in her stomach was getting even tighter!!!!

Felicity was going to die! She was going to be stabbed there and then, in her bedroom, the one place int he world where she felt safe. She was going to be killed. These thoughts were running through her mind and probably just making her feel worse! She decided that after three, she would turn around and face whats coming for her, death, torture, or......

"One......." She said, her throat was so dry she could barely talk.

"Two......." She closed her eyes.

"Three!"  She turned round still with her eyes shut! She couldn't seem to open them.

"Well, I havn't been killled yet" she thought positivley

She opened one eye, nothing was there, it seemed like the knot in her gut loosened a bit and as she opened her other eye releif swept over her so strongly it almost knocked her over.

She decided to try and open the door again. She turned round and placed her hand on the handle an.....

"Felicity, I really am behind you this time"