When dreams become nightmares

Chapter one- dreams

My pen bled ink onto my paper, spilling onto my page in a small puddle of black, falling over the mass of calculations on my page. I stared down at the layer of ink on my fingers. Great. "Is there a problem miss Blake?" A voice boomed above me. I looked up at mr Lakey glaring down at me. He sighed. "Go and wash you hands in the bathroom. But be quick." I nodded, lifting my bag from the floor and rushing out. The corridor always had a way about them when everyone was in class. Maybe it was the emptiness about them, or the way the lights occasionally flickered. Maybe it was the way the teachers walked around them with walkie-talkies, letting each other know who wasn't in class. Whatever it was, it had always got to me, a cold sick feeling in my stomach.
I pushed open the toilet doors with my back in an attempt to avoid spreading ink all over the handle. The toilets had the same eerie feeling to them. The thought of never really knowing who was behind the cubicle doors. A door knocked against the toilet wall and I jumped. Cupid stepped out from the cubicle. He was a small boy, small and scraggly like some kind of insect. His uniform a few sizes to big with a mop of mucky ginger hair. I placed a hand to my chest.
"What the hell? Why are you in the girls bathroom?" I demanded, recovering from a small heart attack. He took a moment to stare with his oversized, big-like eyes.
"I'm too short." He whimpered.
"Too short for what?" I pushed.
"For the urinals." He muttered. I grimaced.
"Ew. Why don't you just use the toilets?" I questioned. He looked nervously toward the cubicle.
"I don't know. Ops." And with that he fled out the bathroom like a cockroach. I sighed, wandering toward the sink. I turned the tap on with my elbow and water began to pour from the metal. I placed my hands under the cold water and watched the ink slide off my fingers, making black swirls in the water.
Suddenly I thought I heard a loud clash, like someone hitting a locker. I listened out, but couldn't hear over the water. I switched off the tap. Shaking my hands and listened again. Nothing. I walked to the dryer and just as I was about to place my hands under I heard it again. I stood still for a moment, before opening the bathroom door and glancing down the corridor. Nothing. No one. The sound repeated, louder this time, I turned around to see my brother, hand clenched around another boys throat, smashing his head into the locker, again. And again. And again. "Samuel!" I called. He whipped his head to me. "Don't!" I yelled. He stared, I could see in his eyes the war against his humanity. "Don't." I whispered. His face turned cold and I knew who had won. He slammed his fist into the males face. I winced. I ran to him. Suddenly his eyes began shining bright red like fire, and his body began to mould into something else. Sharp teeth, claws and wet nose. Dripping drool, long snout and swollen red eyes. Huge fury ears, a whipping tail and muscle rippling legs. Huge broad shoulders and inhuman stance. His lips curled up revealing his teeth like drawing a curtain and a low rumble echoed from his throat. Then a roar. A bone curdling roar. I stumbled back. The cold hard floor slapped against my hands as I hit the floor. He stumbled towards me like a bull, pounding at the ground with a pair of massive, brown, hairy feet. His slobber flying into the air as though it was from a slingshot. He became closer and closer, until I could feel his the warm stench of his breath. I screamed.

My bedroom light switched on as the image dissolved around me. Sapphire rushed in. "Damn it, Kiara, that's the third one this week." She sighed, approaching. I embraced my knees slowing my thundering breath. Sapphire sat on the end of my bed. "Are you alright?" She whispered, placing a hand on my knee. I nodded, weakly, giving her an unconvincing smile. "The werewolf one again?" I nodded.
"Please don't tell Sam, he doesn't know he's in one of them." I rushed. She massaged my leg with her hand.
"It doesn't mean anything, you know." She reassured. I glanced up at her. Her eyes glowing with uncertainty.
"You and I both know that's not true, last time the werewolf one came up..." my breath hitched. "What if it's me? What if I'm doing it?" I whispered, tears prickling at my eyes. My head dropped into my knees.
"Why would you wanna hurt your brother?" She asked. I bit my lip.
"I don't know!" I sighed, my voice raspy and rough with stress.
"You haven't slept in days, you need to rest. Your not hurting people, not outside your dreams and definitely not in them." She told me, seriously.
"But Jackson!" I confronted.
"Jackson was drunk in the woods, and that wolf was lost and very very hungry, it was nothing to do with your dreams." She said. I didn't believe her. "Okay?" She leftest my head gently from my knees. I nodded. It's just a dream, I told myself. Sapphire sighed. "It's 3 o'clock." She groaned. I looked at the clock ticking away on my bed side. She wasn't lying.

"I'm sorry, saf, I know I'm a pain in the neck." I smiled, lightly, feeling guilty. She laughed.

"It's ok. It's not like kyra wouldn't have woken me up anyway in an hour or so." She smiled.

"Where is he?" I asked. She looked down.

"You know he doesn't like it in here anymore."

"You mean he doesn't like me?"

"That's not what I said!"

"That's what you meant." I finished. She shook her head.

"He'll get used to you, again, I promise." As if beaconed Kyra pokes his head slightly around the corner. His fluffy white ears twitching as he interpreted the conversation. I sighed, looking at his paw, sitting just outside my room. "See, he's getting closer." Sapphire said. I glanced her way unconvinced, before returning my gaze to the shaking dog outside my room. It hurt that he never came in anymore, never comforted me when I woke up screaming. He used to. He used to come up with sapphire, lay on my feet and not move until I was laughing again. Now he wouldn't even come near me. How long till I had the same effect of sapphire? How long till I had that effect on everyone? "Hey, he's just a wimp." She reassured. I smiled. No he wasn't. He's chased my dad from the garden when he was drunk, bitten ex boyfriends that refused to leave, even protected the house from angry postman. Unfortunately, he was afraid of something, he was afraid of me. He settled himself outside the door frame, curled up and ready to guard. What I didn't know was whether he was protecting me, or everybody else.