E L E M E N T A L S

Chapter 2: Revelation

I gasped quietly to myself, noticing there were a few people around me giving me a questionable look. They stared for a brief moment before moving along- ignoring what had just happened.

I cleared my throat and I realized it was dry. I reached for my water bottle and stared at my arms and hands.

I had expected them to be black from the flashback of the dream I had. But like every time I woke up in reality, they were not black and were just normal arms and hands. My normal, skinny arms and my normal tiny, thin hands.

I reached for my water bottle to take a long, swing of my drink. I enjoyed the feeling of the water coating and re-hydrating my dry throat before letting out a small sigh of relief.

I swirled the tongue in my mouth, enjoying the wetness before rubbing my face with my hands. I took in a deep breath and let it out, trying to rub the tiredness and weird feeling that took over my body.

I had done it again.

I had slipped into my memories and remembered 'that' dream. The same re-occurring dream that I've had since I was little.

I don't remember the exact age that I first had that dream and chalked it up as a childish, imaginative dream. But as time passed, I would have that same dream over and over again. The details became clearer as I got older but I suspected they changed as I grew.

For example, I knew there were tapestries but I never remembered them having their own symbols and colours. Nor did I notice the black and white tiles were made out of obsidian and white marble.

What never became clear was the figures. Whether it was the one from the shadows or the ones that surrounded me.

Though out of all of them, there was only one of the figures that I could make out clearly. And I knew who it was.

The violet eyed boy in my dreams was-

"Well, well didn't get enough sleep Kaitlyn?"

My internal monologue was interrupted and my mood immediately soured. I knew that voice and I hated that voice. From how it sounded to the words she used.

I tried not to give the obvious sigh but couldn't help exhaling loudly through my nose. I closed my eyes to give myself a brief composure before looking at the source of the voice.

"What is it that you want, Amanda?" I said, trying not to bite my words.

In front of me, stood Amanda.

She was taller than me by two inches but with her shoes, she was another inch taller. Her natural dark auburn hair was slightly lightened but did nothing to lighten her almond shaped, dark blue eyes.

Amanda picked off a tiny speckle of dust from her well fashioned clothes, not allowing it her overall look be ruined by the littlest detail.

I waited for Amanda to respond as she flipped her well permed hair over her shoulder before crossing her arms under her breasts.

"What, like I can't ask a fellow classmate how she's doing? Why Kaitlyn I thought you know that I care?" spoke Amanda, trying to be chivalrous with her words.

I tried to ignore the urge to twitch my eyebrows at her tone. I took another deep breath and folded my hands together, keeping them clamped together behind my back.

"You care when it's convenient Amanda" I spoke as calmly as possible. But in order to achieve this, I had to slow myself tremendously due to the irritation in my voice.

My brown eyes flicked to the slightly twitch of Amanda's finger and I noticed Amanda's Adam's apple move. There was a very brief pause before Amanda spoke again.