It's Prohibited? (A Teacher/Student relationship!) ON HOLD!! SORRY

It's Prohibited?: o6 p1

It’s only three in the morning, a time where everyone gets up, right? Wrong it is only me the house that does! It’s the weekend and I had another one of those nightmares again. They really took there toil on me. I had gotten detention about 10-20 times since getting back to school for sleeping.

—flashback—

It was a Saturday, 27th March 1999. I hadn’t turned five yet; my birthday was in less than six month. My copper red locks came just below my ears – mum had just cut it then. I was wearing a t-shirt that was white in the background with the words ‘Cute’s my middle name.’ The words consisted of the colours orange, pink –dark and light;  blue, purple, green and yellow. I had a pink skirt to go with it; that was paired nicely with a bright pink pair of sandles. It was a warm day that day, a very warm day. Dad said me had to go for a ride, but to me it didn’t make sense. We packed a suitcase each with clothes and shoes and other things like a face towel, toothbrush, and stuff like that. I also had a teddy bear with me. The teddy bear is light brown with darker brown patches, it also had dark beady eyes.

My brother was six at the time. He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt with a bright red sports car. He had a kakhi pants underneath with a brown pair of sandles. His light brown locks were longer than most boys but it came just above his ears. His hair needed cutting again. Mum was wearing a light blue long halter neck dress with sandles but dad was wearing a black suit with a blue shirt and a dark blue tie.

We had got in the black VW Jetta and started our way from home. We past so many houses and shops I couldn’t keep count at the time; kept getting distracted by other small things in the street and sky. About an hour and a half passed before we got to our destination. We came to the huge, elaborate lego-land building – it is white and green, which really goes well with each other – which is the SIS or more commonly known as the MI6.

“Daddy! Why are we here, isn’t this where you work?” my brother asked out of curiosity.

“We are here because it’s ‘bring your family to work day’ today, Eirian.” He replied sort of hesitating.

A couple hours after we got there we were taken to a room which looked like a flat. The tall men in dark suits had told us to make ourselves comfortable. I think dad went to talk to the people there. Dad still wasn’t back. All of a sudden, we heard a loud noise that sounded a lot like a gun shot. Two of the three men that showed us here told us to come with them. For some reason I didn’t hear them as I was asleep in the bedroom. I’m not sure how long it was until one of the came back for me. It seemed like they were under attack. While getting out with the man I saw two other men get shot. The blue eyed man who was holing me suddenly dropped to the ground but luckily he fell backward and not forwards onto me. I sat on his lifeless body scared, clutching my teddy bear for dear life. I started crying.

“You told us there weren’t any children. There is no way we are harming her. She’s done nothing to us! Look at her, she’s only about four!” one of the men stated

“We can either take her then leave her out front once we’re done here or we can just leave her here? Which one!” the man replied. The one the first guy was talking to

— end of flashback —

That’s when it all started. First it was the same dream of the shooting over and over for three years. After that it progressed to horror movies that I’ve watched and then my dad’s death. The nightmares have gotten worse and scarier by the day. I dismissed the thought, got out of bed and got my towel. I slipped out of my silky black night gown and stepped into my shower connected to my room. I stepped into the lukewarm water and let the water consume me. I drifted off in the distance. I started to shave my legs; I decided to do that as no one was up and won’t wonder where I am. Once I had that sorted out, I rubbed the redken shampoo into my, now, wet hair. The massaging motion I applied to my head calmed me greatly. It took longer to wash my hair then it took for my mother and Holly to wash theirs. I quickly washed the shampoo out and hurriedly put conditioner in.