Ch.13

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I'm walking on the beach, alone. The white sand beneath my feet is warm, in contrast to the cool night air that blows my dark hair back. I look down and see a midnight blue gown, flowing down my body like water. The bright silver moon light reflects off it, giving that water-look to the dress even more. I look to my left, where a calm ocean sits peacefully before me. To my right, dune grass dances in the wind, and above me, a thousand glittering stars watch me from an inky black sky. Behind me, nothing but the beach, which seems to stretch out for miles. I turn back around and still find myself alone. How did I get here, I think to myself. Every time I try to remember, ow, my head feels as though bricks are pounding on it. I also find myself asking who I am and where I am from. I seem to have no memory of anything before this beach, and can only remember a few facts here and there. I have dark hair and grey eyes and my name is...what is it?

I give up trying to remember and continue my journey ahead, oddly going at a slow pace never speeding up. As I walk forward, I notice a figure standing in the far distance. Then, out of nowhere, I am released from what ever spell made me slow before and I run towards the figure. The image becomes clearer and I see a tall man with dark hair and sea-green eyes wearing a...hoodie and jeans? He smiles and I run into his welcoming arms. A great wave of joy washes over me, as if I had not seen this man in a while. Even though I do not know him, I feel as though I should and can't help but notice the hole in my heart he fills. Before, there was nothing to tell me about the loneliness I felt and it hits me hard. He kisses the top of my head and tells me that he is alright and that he will never leave me.

Suddenly, a small voice cries in the back of my mind, which is followed by my lips, the word "LAIR!" That one word, that one simple word, destroys the peace around me and I abruptly change into a small child, around seven. My hair is pulled back into two ponytails and my gown becomes a blue winter jacket and snow pants. Above me, the stars begin to fall as snow and the ocean and dune grass become a forest. The trees are tall and threatening, their branches heavy with snow. A dense fog blankets the forest, making it harder to see. I do notice, though, that I am no longer in the man's arms and that he seems to be gone. Beneath my boots, the warm, soft, white sand turns into cold, icy snow, in which two pairs of footprints lead deeper into the wood. I follow them, following an instinct that the man who seemed to care for me will be at the end of the trail. Before, there was no noise but the lapping of small ocean waves as they met the shore. Not even my feet made a sound against the sand. Now, there is nothing but noise. Owls hoot insults and birds chirp laughter as they watch me grow in fear. Their judging eyes tell me to give up as they glow dimly in the shadows of the branches. Every creature seems to be against me, and I desperately cry out for my father...that's who that man was, my father. "Dad," I cry out into the shadows, praying he will answer. But even though it is the one noise I want to hear, I never do. The winds get stronger and start to push me back. I use all of my little girl strength to push forward and I finally see my father ahead. I run with all of my might, and he yells out to me, "Kryssa, I'm okay. I'll be fine." He smiles, showing me a gold pen...Riptide? I smile back and laugh, nodding in agreement because I know he'll come back to me. He always does. But, I am wrong.

I watch in horror as another shadow comes up behind him and stabs him in the back. My father coughs out blood; the wound must be near his lung. The blood drips down his chin as he falls to the ground. I am forced to stand still and silent, watching as my father struggles to live. He tries to fight back, tries to use the snow around him as a weapon. This man, my father, has the ability to control the water from the snow and for a while, I feel as though he is winning. He weakly gets up from the forest floor and swings skillfully at the shadowed man. His face squeezes together in agony, but he fights around it, freezing the water on the shadowed figure and slashing away with his sword. Then, out of nowhere, he stops fighting. The shadow sees the opportunity, and cuts of his arm. Then it continues to cut him up, hacking away until there is nothing but a pile of body parts. When the force allows me to, I fall to my knees, horrified. Both beneath me and above me, the snow goes from glistening white to bloody red, a thicker river of blood pooling from my father and then around me. I force myself to look back up to see my mother, sitting by his body parts, covered in his blood, and rocking herself with her arms wrapped around her knees. Beside me, Kyle hugs me but then lets go, slowly backing away into the shadows. Behind me, Jackson laughs with the dark figure, whispering new plans they want to begin now that 'he' was gone. Satie and Aunt Hazel and Uncle Frank cry out my name, telling me I'll be okay. Even new Kyle stands before me, trying to comfort me. But none of them matter to me. All I see is my father's decapitated head and hear his kind, hopeful words to stay by my side.

"You promised you'd never leave me," I whimper, " you...promised."

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"Kyrssa, are you okay," a deep, male voice asks in the distance. I crawl my way out of the dark and blink my way back into the light and... Liam's arms?!

"You promised," I cry out, still half in my nightmare. I expect to hear a crowd of classmates laughing but instead all I hear is Liam repeating his question.

"Are you okay? What did I promise," Liam asks, concern deep in his voice.

I shake my head and laugh. "Not you. It's okay, I was just having a nightmare, I guess." I rub my head, the back throbbing in pain. "What's going on?"

Liam sighs with relief. "Not really sure. I was in Chem class and I heard a thud, so I ran out. A few other students and a teacher did too, but when I saw it was you, I asked them to go back. Of course, I couldn't do anything about the teacher, so I asked her to get the nurse. You must've fallen down the stairs, backwards."

I try to think of what I was doing before the nightmare. I was heading to class up the stairs and hoping everything will be okay from now on, and then that voice told be it wasn't. I must've blacked out and fallen down the stairs. But why and how I blacked out... "Yeah, I must've. Thanks for your help," I say with a smile. Suddenly, he picks me up and starts carrying me.

"Mrs. O'Donnel is taking way too long," Liam says, half talking to himself, half explaining his actions to me. "I'll just take you to you to the nurse myself."

I blush and laugh awkwardly. "Haha, it's, um, okay. I can get there on my own just..."

He smiles and shakes his head. "You are one weird girl, Kyrssa Jackson. Most girls would die for the chance to have me carry them."

"Oh, is that right," I ask in a questioning tone, testing him.

He nods. "It is. And that's not the only odd thing about you. Out of nowhere, you fall down a flight of stairs, head first and backwards. You probably have a concussion and a bruised back." Now that he mentions it, my back does feel sore. "And yet, you want to walk to the other side of the school all by yourself, as if all you have is a bump?"

My blush deepens and my heart rate picks up. Is he suspicious of what I am? Half-bloods and quaterbloods alike don't receive the same amount of nerve damage humans do. Even though I am injured in a minor but yet also sorta serious way, I don't feel as much pain as an average person would. It helps when you're in battle and constantly getting hit that you absorb as much damage as possible without feeling pain, as it allows you to continue fighting. Could Liam really have caught on this early on?

"You are..." I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the big reveal. "amazingly strong, Kyrssa." My eyes shoot open and meet his eyes, quickly darting them away after a few awkward moments.

"Um, thanks. I'm not all that, really. I just feel bad having you carry me all the way to her office. Don't you have a class that you are missing?" Beyond all of those valid reasons, I just felt awkward, yet comfortable, in his arms. I just broke up with my last boyfriend, and besides having heartbreak still in my corner, I felt like I was cheating on him being with this new boy. I was so past confused and that last nightmare had me at an emotional breaking point.

"It's totally fine. I want to help and the class I'm missing knows I'm helping you to the nurse's, so it's all worked out." He smiles and a bit of my trouble melts away. When did all of these boys start coming into my life? Beforehand, I had my minor dreams about Jackson but never actually thought I would ever date someone. I was average, to the outside world at least. And yet somehow I've managed two boyfriends and a possible third in just the last year....

"Okay, here we are," Liam says, opening the door to the nurse's office. 

"Oh," a young, short, blonde women in a white coat squeaks in surprise, probably from the sight of Liam carrying me. "Is everything alright?" She motions to a small cushioned bench and Liam gently lays me on it. 

He shakes his head. "She fell down the stairs, backwards, and blacked out. I think she has..."

"A concussion," the nurse interjects, nodding her head. "I would assume so. I'm surprised there's no serious brain damage if what you say is true. Here, I'll do a few tests on her and you can head back to your class, Mr. Hegarty." 

"Can't I stay," he asks.

"Well...considering I know you so well and you seem to," she coughs, "care for her, I might as well as have you stay. You've missed most of your class anyway. But I want you gone when the bell rings for the next class." She smiles sweetly at me and glares at Liam.

He puts his hands up in surrender and smirks as he runs to my side. "Yes, ma'm. I won't miss another second of wonderful school. The excitement of math, I can't imagine passing it up for anything." I chuckle a little bit from his sarcasm.

"Don't you sass me, Mr. Heagrty," the nurse warns as she gets a flashlight from her bag. I can tell she's shinning the light on my eyes, but it's all so blurry that I'm not sure which way it going. "Yup, she's got a concussion. Though, I think it would be best if her legal guardians took her to the doctors. They could confirm it and could see if there's any other damages done."

I feel my conscious already slipping again. I just want to know..."How do you know him," I ask the nurse.

"How do I know Liam well, you mean? He's a football player sweetie. I know all of them well. Injures are like a second mother for them. Besides, this one for some reason gets the most hurt." She points her thumb and him, but he shakes his head and shrugs. 

"I don't know what she's talking about, I'm the most skillful one out there. I barely get hurt," he says with arrogance. The nurse winks at me but her face falls as my eyelids start to shut. "No no, she can't go to sleep! I haven't tested her yet and people with concussions shouldn't go unconscious. Liam....get...over...oh......ki..." With each word, the deeper I fall under. I slightly sense Liam's hands grip mine, and the nurse tries to shake me awake. 

The world goes black, but I don't feel light and airy. I feel solid, as though I'm still in the room, just the light's are off. The voice that spoke to me before, tells me over and over, "It won't get better, it won't stay this nice. You'll end up just like him. Too bad you won't see the world finally fall." These words, these taunts, they echo throughout my entire mind, through my entire soul. I truly believe these words and can't help but give in to what they say. And I can't help but see another image, a new vision. It's Kyle and he's standing in a foggy cave. I can feel the moist, rough walls, the soft powdered floor. Dark shadows cling to every corner and oddly around Kyle too. He looks tired, as if he'd just fought the biggest battle ever, and his clothes are torn and dirty. His hair is a mess, more so then usual, but I run to him anyway, and he smiles as he hugs me. I lift my head up and kiss him, but it feels off. Suddenly, his form changes and he becomes Jackson, who then smiles and says with the same eerie voice as the one I heard before, "You'll end up just like him."

YASSS I AM DONE AND I AM PROUD OF THIS ONE... mostly. i have to admit for lets see...4 months now I could not think of what to write. then i saw the white of my ceiling and thought of it as snow and etc etc i ended up BAM! being inspired to write her nightmare. i wanted the reader to know how much she is truly haunted by her father's death and how everyone has affected her so far. im soooo beyond sorry for holding it off this long, my original chapter was crappy and i had no idea where to go with it. so ya omiga guys thnx for getting me to holy crap 1.78K!!! almost 1.8K which is almost 2k! that is amazing! finally i want to thank @BelleSnowflake for everything! the dedication in her last chapter, her MB and tutoring stories, her fangirling, and for her general awesomeness! luv you twin *insert emoji*

i added the song cuz im obsessed with it and i kinda feel like thats how she feels. 

oki well ya thats that.

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