Butterflys wings

Chapter 1- breaking and entering

Chapter 1

Aaah! I woke up with a start. Sweat poured down my face, I wiped it away furiously, or at least tried to but it appeared to be a futile attempt seeing as my hand was also covered in the rather sticky bodily fluid too. This was the third night in a row that I had had this dream, and it was getting rather tiresome always waking up covered in sweat and screaming. I was just glad that I had not peed myself though at one time I could have sworn that I had let a go a little.

With a sigh I shifted myself over to the full lenghted mirror in the one corner of my small, cramped room. The same girl that I had been looking at for the past 14 years just stared back at me. Although there were some visible changes that had not been there about a week ago; for example the heavy eyebags, the mouth that never once strayed from its smiling upturned was now in a permanent down turn and most of all... most of all were the eyes, eyes that belonged on someone much older. They told of someone who had seen too much. Those eyes spoke of stolen innocence. People always did say ignorance is bliss, and this young girls...this young girls was stolen from her. She was thrown in far too deep and she was drowning in emotions that would better suit a war torn vetenarian who seen all his comrades murdered before his very eyes.

I turned away from my...no not my reflection I did'nt look like that, so scared, unhappy and just plain old misserable and I unclenched my fists that I never realised I had clenched. So much had change in such little time, so many people lost...

NO! I would not think of that not when I also had to dream of it, I absoloutley refused to think of it during my waking moments too. I wiped away my budding tears furiously before they could fall.

I better just get dressed and ready for school before anyone else wakes up and disturbs me. That was probably the only good things about these dreams, they woke me up early before anyone could talk to me and stop me from taking what I wanted from the pantry, for lunch and breakfast.

Once done I trailed out of the rather dreary and desolate house that held only bad memories for me. The walk to school was rather dull and boring with no-one to talk to, not that I would have even talked even if there was someone to talk to. My friends had soon realised this and left me be, only keeping me company at school instead of before and after, leaving me to my thoughts. My dark and crushing thoughts. Many say that the mind is ones greatest enemy, this was quite true in my case. My head twisted the truth, made me see things that were not really meant to be...couldnt be.

When I finally arrived at school I realised that I was not only one of the first there but the very first, even before the teachers themselves . Only then did I look at my watch and realise that it was 6:30 in the morning and that school was only due to start in another 2 and a half hours. Well I couldnt stay here it was way too cold and going back was out of the question I didn't have any keys and that would mean ringing the bell and this would lead to my uncle coming out and... Well never mind I would just have to find a way into the school and then come out when other students started coming. But the question was how to get in? And get in unnoticed.

It felt like I had been circling the building for hours once I had scaled the fence quite easily might I add when I finally came across an open window! It was really quite a small window but it looked like it might be possible for me to just about squeeze through, I myself was very scrawny. I looked at the window and wondered how I would possibly ever manage to climb it when I saw a girl falling, her body smacked the ground with a hard smack! Her mouth opened in a silent scream of fear the sound never to leave her lips. I shuffled closer towards her body hoping with all my might that she would be breathing. I had never really believed in a god before. But at this moment i was praying with all my might that this young girl still practially still a child would still be breathing when I reached her. However I seriously had my doubts, I mean for crying out loud I had heard her spine snap! I slowly reached out one of my quaking hands and was about to turn her body over when suddenly her head jerked. I froze. After a few seconds though her head raised all by herself her eyes now though were blank, unseeing. I felt a tremor go down my spine

Her face that once held a look of utter terror now held a sadistic smile, her lips stretched up into a horrific grin, her teeth dug into her bottom lip, in-human incisors tearing away at the sensitive skin of her lip blood gushing forth from the wounds. She started to laugh maniacally, blood spraying in little droplets from her mouth. That was when i jerked out of my stupor and stumbled backwards a few steps before falling flat on my ass. She had now started to stand -still laughing. She was like a puppet, the way she moved it was as if someone had control of her limbs. My mind was urging my body to move trying to send signals to the rest of my body begging it to flee but i was transfixed. I couldn't blink. Breath. Move.

All of a sudden her body slumped forward smacking the ground once again but this time her figure disappeared into a cloud of mist. My entire vision was soon entirely consumed by said mist. When I looked again everything was quite normal once again it was as if nothing had ever happened.

But I knew better. This happened to quite often to me. Whenever I went somewhere that somebody had died I would see the way they died and I sometimes they would do something once I had seen the way they died.

For example this girl had stood up and done something unlike some of the other spirits, however she acted...well she'd acted quite oddly to be frank. Non of the spirits had ever acted in the manner she did and they normally looked exactly like a normal human being. However the dead seem to have become more violent recently. I don't exactly understand why, but they seem angry, so, so angry. This is why I avoid thinking about and visiting...them. My family. Not my aunt, uncle and cousins but I mean my immediate family. These dreams and visions only started after their death.

I actually could visit them because I normally only see spirits at the place that they died and not many people have actually died in graveyards despite what the movies say but sometimes there is that odd one that is just wondering about. Lost. Alone. Wondering what happened to them.

So once I had shifted my big, no scratch that my skinny bony ass of the ground I decided to give climbing the wall a try. I mean our school was really old and crumbling, so there were a few stuck out bits of stone on the wall that I could use to aid me on my way up in any case.

Climbing the wall was quite hard, every time I dug my nails into the soily crooks in between the bricks I felt as if I was going to fall. Also I bite my nails so they werent really that long and good at gripping to begin with. Add all that up with the fact that it had just rained and the fact that I 've never climbed in my life before then you've got one girl in a very dangerous position.

once I had reached the ledge I reached out my hand to haul my self over it, but then the brick that my foot was on gave way, and I had to reach out and using the meager upper strength that I had I had to try and just drag my self to safety, let go and become the next spirit haunting the halls of divino's high school. The school was named after our schools founder Sir Matsi Divino.

Once i was inside I decidedto just go to the librery I at least felt safe there and also I did'nt want to go anywhere else I was still way too shaken up by my earlier encounter with the girl to consider walking about a creepy dark school.