Nigeria

Chapter Three

Everything was clear. Clearer than ever before, even with the eyesight I had... I could see dew drops on forest green leaves, from a far away tree, I could see the smoke; twisting and turning in it's black colour, entrancing me with it's grace, even though I knew where it came from. My hearing, even! I could hear everything I could not hear before. I could hear the crunch of a bear laying its paw on a branch somewhere deep in the forest where it would not hear me even if I screamed. Everything was so peaceful, so relaxed. I wanted to lie down in the deep green grass. I wanted to feel its blades tickle my skin, but my body was too tense telling me something was wrong. I swiftly turn around, seeing everything as clearly, as if I was staring at it. There it was. The figure that haunted me, staring at me with its green eyes. It lunged, and I screamed...

My body shot itself up into a sitting position with my legs stretched out in front of me, I was still screaming. Everything was fuzzy! I could not hear anything. I also had a major headache. Suddenly I was dizzy, to dizzy. I let myself fall back down. I felt my head fall onto something soft, which made me jump up again, but more slowly. The dizziness went away, my sight came back along with my hearing, but my headache stayed. I looked around slowly not wanting to get dizzy again and noticed I was in a cabin I did not recognize. I was about to get up and look for my uncle when my headache got worst. I lied back down onto the pillow and tried to see as much as possible of the cabin.

The bed was only twin sized and made from a red wood. It was beautiful shade as well. The bed covers were also a red, but with golden trim. It felt so soft that I snuggled further into it; but it was also very warm and oddly sticky. I pulled the covers up to see myself in blood soaked clothes. I looked at the pillow, it had the same design as the covers, but you could see where it was stained. I laid my head down against the bloodstained pillow trying to remember what had happened, and why I was in this cabin. No matter how hard I tried all I could remember was my strange dream.

Why did it seem so real?

The harder I tried to remember anything about my dream or what had happened before, the worst my headache got. Worst of all, I could not remember why I was not at home talking to my best friend Sammie.

At the thought of Sammie, it started to come rushing back: Sammie telling me about some hooded figure in the village, the fact that I was not what I thought I was, and the whole village scene - my heart started racing and my body tensed.

The sound of the door creaking open made my body go into hyperactive mode. I did not move or breathe. I kept perfectly still while my heart pounded in my chest. A chair scraped against the wooden flooring. I could hear it being dragged closer to where I was lying. Soon the chair was place down beside me, my heart started racing at full speed. A hand flashed across my sight, which was all I needed. My hand shot up, grabbed the hand, and at the same time, I jumped up spinning around putting the arm of the being into a tight arm lock.

The individual counter-acted by spinning into me, elbow raised high enough that it hit me right in my stomach. He or she used so much force that the hit they had given me winded me. I felled forwards onto my knees clutching my stomach and gasping for the air that I had lost.

Still gasping a little, I stood up and walked back towards the bed, sat down and looked at the person.

He was staring right back at me.

His eyes were oval-ish with dark, thin eyelashes. The colour of his eyes was a light brown with a hint of green around the pupil. He had thick, dark brown - almost black - brows. His nose was straight, and his lips were a pale pink, almost the same tone as his skin, which was neither tanned nor pale. His hair was a darker brown then his eyes, and a bit on the wavy side, and long. If his hair were forced straight, it would be at the beginning of his jaw, but right at this moment it was just passed his ears. Guessing from the little scramble we had had he was half a foot maybe a whole foot taller than I was. The weirdest part about him was the fact that his clothes looked like they belonged on a knight not a local boy, or at least I thought he was a local boy that I just did not recognize. The top was long-sleeved, green with blue trim, and the pants were black riding pants, along with brown riding boots. All of this had only taken a second, which was not weird I always took everything in about everyone I meet. It was part of my training...