Saiges P.O.V
-Dream-
I walk through the dark halls, my feet carrying me up the stairs. My toes feel the soft carpet on the floor and I gasp.
"No," I mumble. "No, I-i left!" I spin myself in circles, looking around. No! I was home...
To the haunting place. I walk into the bathroom and hear a tapping noise. I look at the ceiling and see the same molding spot.
"Never changes," I mumble to myself. "Never."
It drips with water and I notice the tiny puddle.
"We're still here," A male voice whispers in my ear. I turn sharply but no one was there. "We're still here, Saige..."
"SHUT UP!" I scream as the walls turn into old, soaked mold. The whole ceiling caved in as it dripped with water. "STOP IT!"
"Momma?" A tiny voice says. I turn and see Im in a street, being poured on with rain, and a little girl stood with a teacher- holding her hand.
"Get over here!" A rough female voice shouted over the blasting rain. The mother yanks the girls arm, ignoring the teacher, and throwing her in the car. "Walk next time!"
I stared at the girl who seemed to be staring back. I looked at her eyes and gasped.
Those eyes...
They were mine, exactly mine.
But the girl wasn't me...
-Dream Over-
"AGGGGHHHH!" I scream as I sit up. I breathe hard as I clutch the sheets. My hair was soaked with sweat, as was my skin. I swallow hard and stare at the wall infront of me.
YOU ARE READING
Spy With Wings
RandomSaige Johnson. Family of Simon Cowel. Her whole family back home are dead and they leave a letter. She flies to London, showing up- unknown- on her Uncle Simons doorstep. She's forced to move in and, unknowingly, has a little spy. A spy with wings...
