Rose Red - Sandwiches, Paint and Werewolves

Chapter 5~ You never know what you might find.

Author Ramble: OK, guys, I know I've not uploaded in a gazillion years, but I had a lot on my plate as I was doing my A-levels! I am REALLY sorry, as I know how annoying it is when an author leaves you hanging (cough cough Jane Doe!!!!). Once again Sowwy. This one should be good, as you get to (FINALLY!) meet Alex. :D Me and Rose are very happy over this fact (well I am. She doesn't even know who he is yet.) and we are throwing a PARTAY in my *Imaginary* house! All fans are invited if they bring baked goods /McDonalds /SUSHI!

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I huddled in a tighter ball underneath the soft warm thing. The smell surrounded me, embracing me within it comforting hold. Somehow it was sweet, yet at the same time strong and subtle. Everything would be perfect if only my bloody shoulder stopped tingling.....

Something niggled at my brain, trying to make me remember. No.

It was too early....

5 more minutes of peace. Please God?

God must really not like me.

I forced my eyes open, and stared at the ceiling. What happened yesterday?

I went to school, got food thrown at me in the Hall as usual, tried to hide in the library only to be kicked out buy the librarian as usual, Chloe tripped me up in the corridor as usual, went to Art and tried to paint while wistfully looking at Chloe's effortless strokes as usual. As our school was an Arts and Crafts school so everyone had to have a base talent. I was damn lucky to get a scholarship in the first place, as it was one of the best schools in Britain, maybe even the world. Chloe was trained since nappies to draw with expensive paint and priceless pencils, and even she didn't have Arty's ability to create something extraordinary out of nowhere. I usually 'borrowed' paint from the school's cupboards so that she could draw. I felt guilty about the stealing, but if I didn't do it she wouldn't be able to create her masterpieces.

Maybe that's why God hated me.......

Never mind. What did I do after Art?

Oh.

Oh no.

I bolted upright in my bed, making something fall off me onto the floor. Maybe it was all a dream.....

I glanced towards the shattered window, and then to the grey coat on the floor.

I wish.

Shitshitshitshitshit.