When dreams become nightmares

Chapter three - Not normal

The school bell rang for first period. I sank into my seat, my mind replaying my dream over and over. I kept seeing drool dripping onto the floor before looking up to see nothing was producing it. A tense knot had formed itself in my stomach, clutching my fear in its tails. I let out a breath. If I can just get through today without my brother becoming wolf food, I would know the dreams were just dreams. If I just got through tod- The fire-alarm echoed in my ears, stinging my head and interrupting my thoughts. Everyone stood and made there way out of the classroom. I was the last to follow. The moment I enter red the hall, the knot in my stomach rose quickly to my throat. I coughed slightly, feeling some kind of ball slid up my throat. Until, it cut of the air to my lungs. I coughed, gasping for air, suddenly unable to breath. I fell to my knees, rasping for oxygen. "Are you alright?" A voice asked. I glanced up, my throat beginning to burn. All I could see was a blurry figure my eyes misty from pain. My head thumped harder and harder. Finally the ball was dislodged from my throat sending a flush of water spirting from my mouth. I coughed, taking in as much oxygen as my lungs would accept. I panted, hands supporting my weight as I fell to the ground. "Oh crap. What the hell is that?" The voice yelled. I stared at the puddle of water, red swirls of blood separating through it. The swirls began to cluster, forming some kind of picture. A finger started to rise from the puddle, I crawled backward. As the finger became two fingers, and those became three, until a hand rose into the air. It stopped. Not moving a muscle for a few seconds, then it grabbed my ankle. I screamed.

I sat up in my chair, panting. The whole class was staring. A cold liquid dribbled down my chin. I touched it with my finger, bringing it down to my eyes and revealing a black substance running down my finger. I looked at their shocked, frozen eyes. Someone stood over me his face mirroring everyone else's, but with a tinge of worry. It was Caden Fuller. I looked down at the puddle of water at the side of my desk. I bit my lip. Crap. "Are you alright?" He asked, in his thick English accent. I stared. I nodded, shyly, feeling everyone's eyes burrowing into me. "I'll take her to medical." He offered. The teacher nodded, with a similar look to everyone else. I gulped, picking up my slightly damp bag and heading for the door. The corridor gave an odd sense of freedom, like a cool wind compared to the classroom that felt like a tornado of judgemental eyes staring. Unfortunately, Caden followed me out. His eyes never came off me, like he wasn't quite sure i wasn't going to drop dead in front of him. I wasn't so sure myself to be honest. I stared out the windows as I walked, tentatively, in the direction of the English block(where I knew sapphire would be).
"This isn't the way to medical." Caden brightly observed. I turned to give him a sarcastic glare.

"That's because I'm not going to medical. I just chucked up water, what exactly do you expect them to do?" I suggested, you could hear my angry humiliation still running in my voice.

"I don't know?" He started. "Call an ambulance?" He ran a hand through his thick blonde hair.

"Look, Caden, I appreciate the help, but I'm ok now. You can go back to class, or don't, as long as your not near me." I told him, continuing the journey to the English block.

"Your acting like what just happened was completely normal!" He raised his voice.

"That's normal, Caden! To me, that's what I have to deal with!"

"I don't understand any of this." I could feel the tension as his cogs began turning. "Your saying this has happened before? Oh yes, I remember, how could I forget, when you were on a walk at half 5 in the morning and you bumped into me, complained about hearing things, started uncontrollably crying, before someone came over and stuck her fingers down your throat, causing you to Chuck up water!" He concluded, taking a breath. I sighed.

"Leave me alone." I stared, sternly.

"No! You have to tell me, what the hell is going on with you! Now." I watched his eyes burn with fear. I sighed.

"I don't know what to tell you, Caden, I don't know why this happens to me! I literally understand as much as you do." I replied, "I'm going to find my sister." He stopped, I didn't. I didn't turn back, as much as I wanted to. I didn't want him to think I wanted him there. I didn't. I didn't.

Sapphire was already halfway down the hallway when I arrived in the english block. She had that disappointed, sad look on her face that gives my stomach that plummeting feeling. How many more times would I do this to her until she gives up on me? My eyes never looked at hers directly. I couldn't bare to see that dreadful judging glare. "Another water one?" She asked as she grew close. I nodded. "Then someone's going to drown?" She questioned. I shrugged. "That's twice in twenty-four hours, which means whoever's going to die, is going to die soon." She calculated. She was always like this, logical, face-paced and emotionless. I wanted her to ask me how I was, I wanted her to ask if I was ok, I wanted her to ask about me, not about the person who's about to die. She was my sister, when did she become my manager?