Blackwell Academy

Chapter 1

Ava..

I heard my name whispered by a deep voice, calling me to follow it. I turned down an alley way. It was cold and dark outside, but that didn't bother me much. I walked down the the alley, the light slowly fading as I went deeper in until it was completely dark all around. I kept walking straight forward, not caring for any of my surroundings, just to keep following the soothing yet demonic voice calling me.

Ava.. come..

To my left my name was whispered once more, I stopped and took a sharp turn to the direction. I walked further into the darkness until on a step, I felt nothing beneath me. I could feel myself falling but at the same time I stayed still. What is happening? I thought to myself when suddenly I felt a pain within my torso, a burning yet sharp pain. I grasped my chest in agony, holding tighter and tighter to almost try and cut off the pain. But it wouldn't leave. A flash of light shined into my eyes and I put one of my hands to my face to try and block it. I shut my eyes tight and it was gone.

I slowly opened my eyes and was met with my starry sky painted ceiling. It was a dream. Hmm, I wonder what it meant? I thought, curious about the meaning to the dream as it slowly faded from my memory.

I sat up in bed and stretched, to then swing my legs over the checkered blankets on my bed. I stood up and looked over to my clock - 5:34 a.m - I sighed at how early I had woken up, but I wasn't sleepy anymore so I started to get ready for the day. At least be productive, instead of messing around and eventually being late. I walked over to my wardrobe to get dressed, I picked out one of my uniforms from within the drawer. My uniform was a simple black based with crimson trimming, with the traditional neck tie and skirt. I looked over to my small mirror on the wall and picked up the brush that was underneath it on the little table. I ran it through my straight, jet black hair until there were no more knots to be found.

I opened the door of my room and walked down the long corridor, passing the many rooms of the fellow students at Blackwell Academy. The school for "darker views", in other words, a school of children of the age of 12 - 18 who are mentally ill. Ha. They know nothing, the teachers just think that that do. But really they're as ignorant as the rest of the public. Ok they understand SOME, but only to a certain extent. I thought about how the teacher's treated us, it really depends on each one of them and to which students. Like take Ms. Garrel for example, she treats all of us like we're freaking three year olds, just learning what the world wants with us. Disgusting. I wish I could just tear out her jugular veins and just watch the blood spray all around as she screams. I giggled to myself at the thought of the crimson fountain spewing out of the woman's neck.

I came to the end of the corridor and sharply turned left down the stairs leading to the lower floor of the dormitories.

I walked by even more rooms until I came to the entryway of the mess hall. I pushed open the overly sized doors and walked over to where a few other students were being served. Looks like others had early awakenings. I took my place behind the small line and grabbed a tray. As I was presented with the choices of breakfast to eat, I decided on a crepe. I filled the insides with figs and chocolate chips, the lunch staff glanced at me strangely but waved my unique choice away. They've most likely seen stranger. I didn't care for their looks, I enjoyed my choice of food. I went to find an empty table to sit at, and there were many to choose from but I decided to take one by a window and away from the entry. I wanted to stay away from as most students as possible, they were all so annoying. But I did have a few friends, which knew I would stay away from others, so they would find me here.