The Bad Boy, My Best Friend and Me (PAUSED)

Chapter Six

*I was running through a dark, misty forest, the wind blowing in my face. I stumbled and tripped over roots bulging out of the ground. My feet were bloody and bruised yet I couldn’t feel any pain. I felt thorns pierce my skin, the blood trickling down but still I felt nothing. The mist was beginning to rise and I knew that if I didn’t get out of this forest I would run blindly through it, going to my death. I carried on running but I didn’t even know what or who I was running from. All I knew is if it caught up with me, it would be the end. The mist was up to me thighs and I pushed off with even more speed. I felt like I could run for miles but mentally I was growing tired. Beyond me was a speck of light that seemed to burn brighter in the darkness. I ran towards it, hoping and praying of something good. As I ran towards the light it seemed to be growing smaller and smaller, as if it was running away from me. It was like a door and it was slowly closing. I put all my last efforts in the last meters and ran for it. I stretched out my hands, my fingertips brushing the light. I closed my eyes and dived straight through it.

The ground felt hard and rough beneath my cheek. I opened my eyes. Everything was black and white. I sat up and soon realised that I was on Oxford Road. People were walking, their heads bent down. Several went past me yet none of them actually touched me. When they pushed past me, for a second they turned to dust and then went back to being human. It was like they were walking straight through me. I shivered. The wind was blowing hard and I was only wearing a ripped dress that I realised was my dress from the party. My feet still had the cuts and bruises it had from the forest. Trying hard to avoid people, I swiftly made my way down the road. Everything looked so dark and depressing in these dull colours.

I carried on walking down the road until I came to an alleyway. As I stood in the mouth of the alleyway all the roads and people seemed to disappear behind me. There was someone in the alleyway. Someone who was shining with colours, like an angel. The figure turned around and my heart skipped a beat. My dad stood there, untouched, unharmed. He smiled at me and beckoned me to come. My feet slowly obeyed and soon I was running towards him, tears of happiness in my eyes. He stood there waiting for me, still smiling. I was almost there to him. I was almost in his arms. His smile vanished and it was replaced with a look of horror. I stopped in my tracks and stared at him. His face was pure torture. He was looking at something behind me. I didn’t have time to turn around before I saw the bullet go straight through his head. I screamed but no sound came out. Blood poured from the wound like a waterfall as he plummeted to the ground. I tried to move towards him but my feet were rooted to the spot. I tried screaming again but it was no use. I saw his eyes go out like a candle flame and then the darkness took me away.*

I woke up drenched in sweat. My heart was pounding and I couldn’t breathe. I laid there until I could control my breathing and my heart had finally stopped pounding. My whole body was shaking and yet I could feel myself burning. My feet shivered at the touch of the cold floor as I made my way to the bathroom. I quickly splashed cold water on my face. It was like I was trying to wash away the images that still pondered in my head. When I got back into my bed I just laid there and looked up at the stars on my ceiling. There was no way in hell that I was going to back to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I could just see my dad lying there in a pool of his own blood. I got up again and went to my wardrobe. Quickly but quietly I slipped on my coat and stuffed my feet into the nearest shoes I could find which ended up being my converse. I tiptoed downstairs and slipped out the door.

I needed some air and with nothing to do inside, going outside seemed like the best option. There was a slight breeze that seemed to calm me. I walked down the street, hugging myself. The leaves crunched under my shoes and they seemed to echo through-out the street. Everything was so quiet and peaceful. Probably, everyone was asleep. I took out my phone and read the time, 4:30am it read. I was about to put it away when I saw a flashing red light coming from my phone. That normally meant I had a message or a voice mail. Unlocking my phone I stuffed one hand in my pocket. I had a message from Jazz. The message read: