The Immortal Fight.

Chapter Three

Chapter 3

Lovatt's POV

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A couple of days had passed since I saw the wolf, strange that I would even see one so close to home, I failed to inform it to my mother, she was a lawyer and spend most of her working days in the office, or out to see her friends - but being the age that I was, she felt it was acceptable and normal. Sighing, I realised that today would be my first day of college, since I had wasted my life not bothering to apply to secondary school again; I had taken my GCSE's early and waited for college. I thought that Art was the best A -level for me, I guess it expressed what I could in words. It was 8.30, and I had to leave in 1 minute, I doubt I would make any friends, and too be fair as it is everyone else first day they would rarely know each other either.

Finally arriving at what looked like a dump, my non-exist smile grow deeper into a state of unhappiness, my life was pointless with no friends and a mother that no longer cares of her daughter. I felt like I have failed life. I closed my eyes and took a breather, one that was long and meaningful, when my opened my lids, nothing changed. Apart from going to agricultural college that meant that all I saw was a bunch of farmers covered in mud from their first days, this almost brought a smile to my face at the thought that I was not getting muddy. But yet the frown upon my face stayed put. Not even the nerves did anything to affect my mood because there wasn’t any – unlike every normal person in this world I was too down to be thinking about what others thought of me and to be honest I actually couldn’t of cared.

Class wasn't much better either; people seemed to gather into groups as the day went on everyone seemed to be getting to know each other whilst I tried to sit in places where socialisation would not happen – trying to avoid those that seemed to be in groups already, I would rather not spill my guts to someone that I just meet so between classes I sat in the somewhat clean corridors and wrote in my diary of failure life updates that not even the most boring person would be interested in. It even seemed gay to talk about a diary sighing even more and wishing that the day would just end I lowered my head and walked into my 2nd lesson. What joy that filled me with as our lecture tried an exercise to get us to know each other – a stupid thing. It was my turn. “Hey I am Lovatt and I like sleep”

“Very creative” He chuckled as he then moved on to other students. The lecture himself seemed okay, the best way to describe him was as a hippy - long brown hair that was tie up in a ponytail with baggy jeans and a checker shirt that had paint all over him. The hippy type for sure and he spoke about flowers and plants and nature. I sighed, placing my head on my desk and closing my eyes – I was so tired and was not enjoying college.

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By the time that I had got home mum was on the phone screaming about something – because our house was so big her strained voice was loud and echoed throughout. I sat in the longue and listened. “Look, are you shipping him over yet? ... When ... Don’t look me. Oliver I will fly over there I swear” She chuckled to herself “oh goodness I miss you, it’s been forever” That’s when the conversation ended because she walked down stairs into the room that I was sitting in – her face was hard and looking stressed. She wore her normal white jacket and loose fitting trousers, her tanned skin was fake her makeup was more than I wore – she was like Barbie’s mums – expect I was not Barbie! I sighed again she sat next me – great it was mummy daughter time. “So sweetie how was your day at college?” I nodded – I wasn’t really in the mood for mummy time. I sighed as she glared into my eyes with her emerald diamond eyes, trying to piece the forceful barrier I had built around myself in her failing she gave me an awkward hug from the side and a kiss to the forehead as somehow she knew that maybe it wasn’t the best day ever, “Maybe it will be better tomorrow”. I rolled my eyes in doubt as I expected less boringness to happen the future days. She stood up and walked disappointingly away and seemed to sigh in the fact that she had failed her daughters happiness – sorry but it just wasn’t  happy, nothing could break me out of it. I sighed again at the thought of another day of college but had the slight hope that maybe I would get to talk to someone about something. I dragged my lifeless body to my room where I then attempted to do the coursework that seemed already too hard for me to even get my head around. I sighed and placed my head on the table, looking at my knife to the left of me. Maybe just one cut couldn’t hurt could it?

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I laid in the bath, I could smell the iron blood slowly flowing from my wrists and I felt dizzy. My eyes were hardly open but all I could see was the whiteness of the ceiling. I laid there; I didn’t know what was there. I didn’t care. I still laid there. I closed my eyes again. Mind blank with confusion and loss of memory.

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I woke up in an uncomfortable bed – I could tell it wasn’t my bed. Feeling numb and without pain.

 “Sweetheart?” Someone said as I was rolling my eyes open. The light was blinding against my pupils causing them to close again immediately. I think I groaned but I couldn’t remember. I was too numb that I didn’t know. I wasn’t sure.

“Lovatt? Darling...” I stared at the ceiling, once my eyes had adapted to the light. Not my ceiling. It was patterned with blue. It reminded me of the hospital. I was in hospital – I moaned that time. How did I even get here? “Dar – ”

I heard noise, it was barely noticeable. My mother was quiet and seemed scared when I finally looked her – Her eyes were shut close with her hands covering her eyes for extra protection. Her mouth was clasped shut. I still looked at her blankly. I heard another noise, this time it was noticeable, panting. My eyes widened and looked around the room, it was light apart from one corner of the room it was dark and I assumed the noises came from there. My mind was blank. I wasn’t scared. Blank.

“Sky?” I called out. I jolted my head back at what I just said. I was confused. What was I even seeing – My vision was becoming blurred. Numb. Growling? Why would be there growling. Why. Hospitals don’t growl. The lights started to fade and growling become softer as if it comfort me. Why? My head spins even more, trying to call out for my mother but my voice doesn’t listen to me, she doesn’t move, I move a final attempt to break out of this trance, I try to stand up to force in my body up but I fall back down and along with my conscious I fade into a dream state. I found myself in a forest set up with soft breeze in the background, looking around as I hear the screams of monsters, gurgling, chocking and screaming in pain. I am wearing a white dress, am I pure? I am nothing pure as I have thick red blood on my hands, they drip from my palm downs to my fingers, and on the floor in front of me is an angel covered in blood. I don’t understand why he is an angel but his white wings are tinned with the blood from my hands, the blood makes me sick. I can’t help but throw up next to the lifeless body that lies next to me, wiping the blood and sick on the bottom of my dress. Feeling confused by the smell of sick and blood which are overpowering, causing my head to spin even more as I fall to my knees, wanting to buckle in and collapse on the floor, but I stubble and my back falls against the tree that is nearest to me. I try to get my breath back and look around me, the forests is dense with foliage and live with animal and next to me I noticed a knife, a golden handle with blood covered knife. I tried my hardest to keep my eyes open, to see the horror that was feeling deeply made even my bones shiver in the horror, the shock was too much though, I couldn’t deal with this type of pain anymore, so I closed my eyes, hoping and dreaming that it would all go away.