Taylor - stripes and shadows (lesbian) [on hold]

Chapter 3 - Not Out of the Woods Yet!

School flew by quickly, because it was the first day back and no one really did anything as the teachers where still writing up there lesson plans.  We spent the whole day with our tutor groups.  Amber and I sat together at lunch and she introduced me to some of her friends, who I instantly forgot the name’s of.

The bus journey back home was as uneventful as the one to school. Compact mirror bitch was now sitting with a guy who looked like he was in an emo band and I was thankful that I didn’t have to put up with her, though half way through the journey home, I wish I had. I stupidly sat next to a dorky looking guy thinking he wouldn’t give me any trouble. Unfortunately, he seemed to think that by me sitting next to him we where automatically friends and started talking a load of nonsense about some new computer game that was coming out. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I had no idea what he was on about, so I just settled for nodding and smiling. I practically ran off the bus when it stopped at my house.

Sighing with relief I went to walk into the house, but something in the woods caught my eye. I thought I saw something, but when I turned to look nothing was there. That’s when I remembered this morning and how I hadn’t had a cig all day.

“A quick stroll in the woods seems like a good idea.” I said to myself as I made my way up the same dirt path as the day before.

About half way down the path I stopped and looked around, spotting a cluster of rocks just off to the left of the path. I went and sat down on one of  them, dumping my bag by my feet and getting a cig out. I sat and smoked it while looking around me, there was a patch of wild flowers not far from where I now sat. After finishing my cig, I got my sketch book out of my bag and proceeded to draw the flower bed, then added a horse and finally a knight sat in the saddle with his sword raised to the sky.

Just as I was finishing the last of the detail I stopped and looked up, I had an uneasy feeling all of a sudden. looking around I saw nothing that could have set the feeling off, so I went back to my drawing. After finishing it, I put my sketch book and pencil back in my bag. Standing up and throwing my bag over my shoulder, I made my way back to the dirt path. It was when I’d gotten a couple of step’s near where the forest ended and the field between my house appeared that I realised why I had felt so uneasy, the birds. I listened closely and realised with a start that I hadn’t imagined it, there was no constant chirping of birds....no noise at all. I tightened my grip on my bag and ran out of the woods, into the field and straight into the house. I don’t know why it had my nerves on end. “Just because there were no birds doesn’t mean anything’s wrong.” I said it again and again in my head but it brought me no comfort.

I made my way upstairs and into my room, no one was home. Mum had left a note stuck to my computer saying she’d gone out although it didn’t say why, which was strange and didn’t help the uneasy feeling I had. I dumped my bag next to the computer chair and got changed. Looking at myself in the mirror, I wasn’t very tall for my age, which was 5ft5". I didn’t have the perfect body and though I was the right weight for my height, I was still slightly chubby. I also had medium length hair, that was a weird mixture of blond and black. When the sun or a bright light hit my head, it revealed light brown bits. A roundish face and a slightly pronounced jaw line that curved softly into a small chin and olive skin that went a golden colour when I tanned, but made me look pale in the winter.

After my vain moment of checking myself out in the mirror, I relaxed. The uneasiness was not as bad as before, so I got the drawing I’d done in the woods out of my bag and stuck it up on one of my walls. Stepping back, I smiled at it. After standing and admiring my work for a second or two, I walked over to the window and looked out at the woods, which I regretted immediately.

As soon as I’d looked out of the window the feeling of unease returned, except now it was coupled with the feeling of being watched. Even after scanning the border of the woods I didn’t see anything and rubbed my arm’s to make the goose bumps that had formed there go down. I made my way down to the front room and looked out of the window, still I saw nothing. Deciding that my mind was determined to give me a heart attack before the age of 20, I shook the feeling off and got something to eat. After getting a yogurt and a packet of crisps I went back up to my room.

Sometime later on

I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up it was getting dark outside. I lay there, trying to figure out what had woken me up and went stiff as I remembered the feeling of a feather light touch on my cheek and warm breath on my face. I quickly jumped out of bed and looked around franticly, but nothing was there, everything was where I’d left it.

I sighed. “one freaky ass dream.”

“ You do know that talking to your self is the first sign that your going crazy.” A voice said.

I jumped and said a very colourful swear word making my mum raise an eyebrow from where she was now standing in my door way. “Watch the language please.”

“How long have you been home?” I asked hoping that it had been her that was the source of the feather light touch, my hope’s where futile as she answered.

“Just got back, thought I’d come check on you, though I don’t see why, you’ve obviously got plenty of company with your imaginary friend that you’ve been talking too.” Mum smiled.

“What do you mean, I only said freaky ass dream.” I was totally confused as to what my mum was talking about.

“So that wasn’t you I heard when I was coming up the stairs?”Mum asked now with the same look of confusion on her face.

“No, I was asleep.” Now I was just creeped out.

“You must have been talking in your sleep then.” Mum said, but even she was unconvinced... mostly because I didn’t talk in my sleep, I mumbled but I didn’t talk.

Feeling just a little more than uneasy about that whole conversation I followed my mum downstairs.

After a simple dinner and a bit of telly I was tired and ready to go to bed. Saying my goodnights to my mum and dad, who had got in an hour or so after the whole talking in my sleep conversation I  made my way up the stairs. Rubbing my eyes, I turned the light off and rolled into bed, falling asleep as soon as my head had the pillow.

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I think I was dreaming but it didn’t feel like a dream. I could swear I felt the cold night air against my skin and the forest floor beneath my bear feet. I could even smell the damp earth, but why was I in the forest and why did it feel so natural.

I felt the arm’s wrap around my shoulder’s, but instead of being frightened by them I felt secure. I felt the warmth of a body pressing into the back of mine and soft tickly breath on the back of my neck.

Then nothing.

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I woke up dazed and confused. Looking around, all I could see was my bedroom bathed in moonlight.

The dream, if it was indeed a dream, made no sense. Why would I be in the forest, especially at night? Who was the person who had walked up behind me and put there arms around me? And why hadn’t I been afraid of them?

Throwing the cover’s back, I looked down at what I was wearing, the usual, trackys and a baggy t-shirt. I brought one of my feet up so I could look at the souls of them, nothing, they where clean, as was my trackys and t-shirt. I threw the cover back over me and rolled onto my side and that’s when I caught it. Bringing my t-shirt up to my nose, I inhaled. It smelt like the forest and something else, wildflowers and a sweeter smell, one that I couldn’t name.

 Before my imagination could run away, I remembered that I’d worn this same t-shirt into the woods earlier, figuring the sweet smell was probably a flower or something that I’d brushed by and my t-shirt must have still had the sent on it. Pulling the cover’s closer to my neck I fell back into a more peaceful sleep.

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