Traveller

Chapter 1 ~ Night-time revelations

This story is not Sci-Fi so if yo are looking for that this is not what you want ;its a paranormal romance/coming of age :) Warning the first page of this story is overly descriptive I wrote it during English class and my teacher told me to enter it into a competition. I was too scared to do that so I made it into the beginning of this story instead. Enjoy and please leave comments and votes!

As the warm sun sank down I looked out at the cemetery in front of me. This was the first time the visions had taken me here and I could not stop taking in my surroundings.

The harsh last rays of sunlight sunk over the horizon like tentacles recoiling from danger and a gentle breeze of salty air came up from the south reminding me of the ocean. It smelled crisp, clean, and alive unlike the air in the institution. The black crosses from the tombstone caught those last rays of light making them glow as if the Lord was there Himself.

A sense of serenity and peace radiated from this place; it was not a place of fear as I had so often imagined a cemetery would be, but rather a place of dreams and lives long forgotten.

I traced my hands over the old spidery writing on the stone as it crumbled beneath my fingers like my favourite chocolate chip cookie. I knew this was her grave, the final piece in the missing puzzle .How long have these graves been here? I cannot tell they have a sense of agelessness about them as if the souls never moved on.

A patch of moss had crept over her last name and date of death. This was the information I needed most, and yet Mother Nature had decided to hide it from me.  Trying the scrape the moss away while preserving the writing is difficult; every time I add a slight pressure more of the stone would crumble away, taking with it my dreams of success.

I was so close to finally having the information I needed and yet all that kept me from it was a bit of dying weed. I felt my throat tighten as tears started to fill up my eyes. Failure, failure, failure, my mind chanted as I stood in front of the grave with trembling hands and watery eyes.

The sky darkened quickly like a flame being extinguished and my vision started to blur immediately and I knew that the vision was coming to an end. I lunged at the moss in a desperate attempt to see the rest of the information, tearing my hands in the process.  It felt like fire had been run over my hands and I heard myself gasp in pain. Still pulling at the moss, I finally felt it give way revealing the rest of the tombstone inscription before my sight was ripped from me and my body started convulsing. The last thing I saw was the spidery writing burned into my retina as the pain enveloped me.

Elizabeth Jane Smith

1856-1873

Beloved by all

My eyes were heavy they felt as if they had been glued together with super glue. The good thing was feeling was slowly returning to my numb limbs, causing a burning sensation all over my body. Groaning, I managed to turn towards my nightstand where my diary lay.

Before I could reach for it, my palms started to tingle, the wounds on my hands healing themselves. Finally, my body started to respond to the commands my brain was sending it, but once I started moving I couldn’t stop.

THUNK

I fell of the bed landing in a painful heap.

I don’t know what is wrong with me normally I am fine after my visions, this was different and I disliked the feeling straight away. I heard a scuffle of moving feet outside my door and then my building’s warden Mrs. Allen stuck her head inside my small room. Her mousy brown hair was tied in a perfect bun like always, and her face was still smothered in the cheap make-up she wore. She looked like she had not been to bed at all tonight, even though it must have been close to 3 am.