Ghost,

Chapter Two

The following morning my alarm began buzzing excessively until 6:30am when I founded the strength to roll over and turn it off. I groaned at the memory of the nightmare I'd had the night before and dreaded tonights sleep when I returned home after a exhaustingly long day at school and hit the pillow. I'd like to lie and tell you I couldn't remember the last time I'd had a decent nights sleep. That for me, it felt like months ago. But (as I said,) that would be a lie. Instead, I can recall the exact day, month and year of when these nightmares started taunting me. Mum emerged from hall and gently opened the door. 'Jasmine? Are you awake?' 'Yes Mum' I managed to say, trying to hide the fear in my voice for the day ahead of me. 'If you aren't ready to go to school today, you don't have to.' 'Mum, as much as I love you-you and I both know that if I don't, I won't ever be able to go back.' 'Hm, I guess that's true' She agreed. 'Well we better get you up now shouldn't we?' She left the room and from the kitchen I could hear her rustling around getting a bowl of cereal ready for me. My school uniform sat on the chair near my dresser and the more I stared at it, the less enthusiastic I grew to go. 'Argh' I groaned again and threw off my donor before retreating to the bathroom. I brushed my hair once, twice and a third time before braiding it into two plaits that reached the centre of my back when thrown over my shoulder. I applied my favourite lipgloss and eyeliner, before finishing off with mascara and a dab of foundation to hide my darkened eyes. I then returned down stairs to eat my bowl of cereal in the company of my younger brother and sister (who were both in primary school) and Mum, who was making sure everything was organised for my first day back. I quickly finished and brushed my teeth in time to have one final glance in the mirror down stairs and readied myself to take my first step outside the house since everything happened. Here I was and I was about to do it, I counted silently in my head. One, two, three and before I knew it: I was miserabley greeted by the cool breeze from the outside air.