Devil & The Angel

Chapter 10: Nightmares

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It was late and I couldn't sleep. The sound of the grandfather clock could be heard from the end of the hallway.

Bong..bong..bong. Three am.

My eyes fluttered open and shut. I couldn't get that intense feeling out of my stomach. It was gnawing away at me. This boy, whoever he was, had a profound effect on me. I don't even know him yet I felt like I was connected to him in some way.

Clouds are a strange thing. People imagine them to be soft and fluffy but you get disappointed when you find out they are just water vapour immersing the air.
You expect them to be fun and exciting but really, they are nothing. Not real. Just an illusion, like a fairytale.

I feel myself floating, floating high above the ground. My body feels light. Like a feather. I felt invincible, nothing could stop me. I open my eyes and look around. Everything was white, I was on a cloud. It felt beautiful, I never wanted to leave this trance. My body felt soothed, like a massage.

I'm walking along the air, momentarily. I feel like a ballet dancer, the elegance of my movements coordinated with the beauty of the cloud.
I  was drawn towards the edge of the cloud, it was like a magnetic field drawing me closer to the edge.
That feeling was in the pit of my stomach, like a cold hard stone. I felt heavier, like my feather was being replaced with a stone.
I was at the edge. I didn't want to look down, but I did, I really did.
It was a white cloud, but sadness poured from it turning into rain. Heavy, pelting rain.
The figure was there again, still pacing backwards and forwards.
I pulled my arm out towards the figure to comfort it. It was unhappy. Like a lost child. Wondering.
I could sense nothing at the same time.
I called to it. My cloud was getting heavier, it couldn't float anymore. Nothing could hold it up. I was falling at a phenomenal rate. I landed on the cloud before me. My happiness was replaced with pain, pain from something else.
I could feel heavy breathing, down the back of my neck. I turned.

He was beautiful. Nothing like I'd ever seen. Emptiness and pain was seething from every inch of him. His face was contorted into a strange expression. My hand was drawn to his back.
I softly caressed the back of his neck and trailed my fingers along something soft. It was a wing. A broken wing. The boy was crying, now looking much younger, like a child.
He wasn't looking at me anymore. His face was a sheet of white. Terror was spread across his beautiful child like face. He was pointing at something. Telling me to run.

My body stopped working, I was stuck. Nothing moved but my head.

What I could see before me was the most frightening thing someone could possibly ever see.

I screamed.

The boys face belonged to Sam, Sam Collins. The boy I spoke to earlier today. 

He took hold of me. His wing was no longer broken.

I could feel the malevolent presence behind us. It was catching up.

I woke up.

I was drenched in water, hot liquid pooling in my bed. I was crying, my breathing became rapid.
I shot up and looked around my room.
Everything was the same but it felt different. I tried to calm myself down and go back to sleep, until I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I froze. Heat rose through my chest and I turned slowly round to be faced with Phoebe. She smiled at me, assuringly.

'Everything will be fine, go to sleep little girl.'

She cooed at me before I realised it wasn't Phoebe at all, in fact it was my grandmother.

I could hear calling.

'GEORGE..Georgie?! What's wrong baby?'
My mother shot into my room and ran to my side. I looked again round the room, no one was there bar myself and my mother.

It was just a dream.