twisted

twenty three

hi sorry this was literally such a bad and short chapter tbh, i told myself i'd update tonight and my friend is coming over so i rushed the end. next chapter will make up for this. two words: angry enzo

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lorenzo berkshire

It'd been nearly a month since the four new kids arrived here. The three of them I didn't mind as much--Some, especially Ivan and Fay, I enjoyed spending time with. Ivan was a dumbass, but he was fun to go out and mess around with. Fay was outgoing and fun to have around. Ivy was always fairly quiet, but she'd loosen up when she was wasted. It was Cole who I despised the most.

This shouldn't be so, considering Cole was undoubtedly the most entertaining to have around. He was daring, he was funny, he was smart--I wish I was able to enjoy having him around. But Lucille.

I was embarrassed towards my jealousy, but it flowed naturally like waves. Their friendship grew by the day, and I knew there were no feelings attached on Lucille's part. She'd told me herself, and no matter what I felt, I'd believe her because I always have. Sure, I was skeptical, but I believed her. I could see it in her eyes; the spark she'd have in her eyes, the way those green hues of hers would glow like the moon when she'd talk with someone she liked. I'd seen her eyes when she spoke with Cedric, and I'd seen them when she talked with me. And it was never there when she was with Cole.

But still, for some reason, I was jealous. And I hated every single second of it. Because the spark in Cole's eyes was brighter than the moon.

Whenever Cole wasn't around us and Lucille, he was with Draco. They'd formed a bonding, a good friendship, and that was the one thing I didn't mind about Cole. Draco--he's a cold person; a person who's heart was unable to allow anyone into it anymore, not because that was what he wanted, but because it was what his diseased mind tricked him into wanting. I knew Draco better than he could ever think I did because I'd gone through the same thing.

So, yes, I was grateful for Cole in that situation.

I was perched on a large stone in the dark, as the black of the sky showed its midnight wonder. Yes, I was here at our lake alone. Yes, I'd regularly be long asleep by now.

Lately, things had been feeling off. My first thought was because of the new group of people, but no. Things had felt off for months now, and I was only just realizing it. I knew why things felt off. I'd avoided it for so long, thinking it was just one of those silly reoccurring moments, but I was finally coming to terms with the fact that something was very wrong.

It went from once a week, to twice a week, to several times a week. The same reoccurring dream.

Waking up in the middle of the night was now regular to me. Sometimes, I was scared to fall asleep, because the dreams felt all too real.

The odd thing was that every time I dreamt, the story was quite different. Someone was always dying, whether that be Mumsy, Lucille, Blaise... lately, I've even been dreaming that the new people were being killed which made things too confusing for me to grasp onto any ideas, other than the fact that the setting was always the same.

I was so frightened to think this dream was representing the future. I didn't know how to tell anyone without people accusing me of lying or being a psychic creep.

But if these dreams were signs, which one should I take precautions towards? What could I do to stop it from happening? When might it happen?

I shook my head, trying to juggle all my thoughts. Nonsense. It was all nonsense. This wasn't real.

I stood up wearily and brushed a few snowflakes off my warm clothing. I wish there was a way to brush off my fucking problems and stomp on them.