Xena
Run. I needed to get out of there as soon as possible. Because a gigantic, dark shadow, resembling a massive dragon, loomed in the distance. This dense blackness choked my every movement. I felt like I was being dragged into a vortex. Despite my sense that I should be able to breathe, I am unable to do so. This dismal monster shadow, on the other hand, does not want me to.
Get away from me! I wanted to yell something through the darkness, but it wouldn't go away. Run.. I'm running for my life. I needed to survive. My feet, on the other hand, do not appear to be moving properly. Perhaps I was just nodding off? Then I might have had to get out of bed.
I make myself open my eyes. When I did, however, the first thing I noticed was people. I was on the bus. A yellow bus, to be precise. The rosary is in the center of the driver's window shield. So, what am I doing here? I look around uncomfortably, not knowing why I'm here. I was afraid on the inside, but I chose to act calm. Because I don't want them to believe I'm insane like some of my friends. Every passenger was preoccupied with their everyday activities. A business talk took place, and some of them mentioned their trip. A mother and many children were playing together. Others appeared to be sleeping and others were smiling. But why was I the only one who didn't seem to be feeling well? I was heavy on the inside.
Because I was right near the window, I peered out, and there were a lot of automobiles outside. A white car, possibly a family vehicle, was parked nearby. The father was driving, while the mother sat shotgun in the back seat with their child.
They appear to be a happy family. I attempted to smile, but I saw the darkness following them. This time it wasn't me chasing it; it was the happy family's automobile. The blackness became larger and larger with the passing of time.
When the automobile drove past the bus where I was, I chose a more comfortable seat. My heart rate had returned to normal, but I was still being pursued by something I couldn't explain. I back my attention to the bus driver and the still-swinging red rosary, and my focus settled on the little clock on the driver's right side. The time is 8 p.m. on the clock.
"Mom, tomorrow is something I'm quite excited about. Isn't it Jesus' birthday? "
I smile warmly as my sight is taken to a tiny child not far away. I tilt my head back. As I stare at the mother and daughter, I feel a sharp pain in my chest. I'd rather not see them. When I heard a loud blast and saw a man standing, or should I say floating, in front of the bus. I was jolted out of my trance when I noticed someone glancing at me while the bus was rolling. I'm not sure what was going on or how he accomplished it, but the fact that he did it is all that matters.
My thoughts are scattered and I'm not sure where to begin. The shadow of a man floating in front of the bus and staring at me, as well as the deafening bang
After a a short break, the bus collides with something, followed by another violent impact. As I turned around for a second, the happy feeling had vanished. Everyone was coughing. Because the bus had been turned upside down, some of them were lying and hanging, while I stayed immobile. I was bereft of feelings.
My entire body is free of bruises. Unlike the others, I am not injured. Regardless of the fact that I was one of them. I'm not sure what happened. However, not far away, I noticed a truck full of gasoline collapsing, and the gasoline inside began to spill over the ground.
My eyes widen when I spy a wrecked white automobile on the other corner, and I'm confident that whoever was inside couldn't make it. I take a deep breath and ask myself a question. "What happened to the baby in the back seat?"
I gaze around the interior of the bus.
Everything had gone horribly wrong.
But my thoughts were interrupted when I observed the floating figure approaching the bus. As he approached closer, I could see him more clearly. His hair was shoulder-length but tied back into a ponytail.
That could account for why I hadn't seen it earlier. He was taller than me, possibly twice as tall, but his eyes were peculiar. They were crimson and black in color. I was considerably more afraid when he spoke in front of me.
"At last I found you."
The man's voice was deep, as if it came from the earth's depths. It sounds like the ghosts who regularly visit me and request help. They irritate me despite the fact that I never listen to them. The reason I'm called crazy, strange, and other derogatory terms is that almost everyone assumes I have mental health issues. And my life was growing more difficult.
***
I was startled awake by a splash of water on my face.
"Xena, Get up! Do you remember what time it is? " My eyes opened when my father came in front of me, carrying what appeared to be a full glass of water but was suddenly empty after he flashed it in my face.
I apologize for the water. You look to have been ensnared in another nightmare. I couldn't wake you up even if I shook you. " My gaze returned to my father, whose virtually white hair was untidy and whose wrinkles were becoming more visible by the day, He was my sole family member since my mother abandoned us.
"Did you know you were going to be late for school?"
I hadn't even finished reminiscing about my past when I was hit with reality. I peek at my side table clock, which shows that my first lesson starts in 30 minutes. I'll have to go faster if I don't want to be the center of attention for the entire class afterwards.
I hurried through the bathroom and into the shower as fast as I could. I needed to get through my daily responsibilities as quickly as possible. Damn! This is the result of a dream I experienced. I usually get bizarre dreams, but this is the first time I've experienced one like this. Wasn't it simply me that the ghost was looking for? Why does it suddenly appear to be leveling up?
I haven't finished combing my hair yet, but I've already rushed up and down those old house steps. My new school was, thankfully, only a short distance away. I could definitely get to school in ten minutes if I ran faster.
I heard my father yell at me to eat breakfast, but I'm too far away to turn around, and I don't have a breakfast plan since I'm scared about being late.
In my own way, I was multitasking. I began combing my hair while running. However, I was knocked down by someone. And, to my surprise, when I turned around to see who had done it, the man was already meters away. He never apologized or refused to assist me. What an idiot!
I had only recently seen his broad back and shoulder-length hair with a blue highlight at the edge. What made me think he was a he? Regardless of his lengthy hair, since he was clothed in the boy's uniform of our school.
I close my eyes while thinking. We'll talk again. Jerk, I'll never forget you!
"Hey, what happened to you, Xena?" After I've healed myself, I straighten up. only to be confronted by Noah Enox, my new friend in town. His dark eyes were mocking me once more. Sighing, I roll my eyes. I'm curious about Liam, his brother.
"Your clumsiness strikes again, eh?" I mope, but there's no time to explain. We'll be late if we keep talking. We pushed forward as I gripped his hand.
"I will explain later, but for now we have to run if we don't want to be late." Noah just laughed as I said it.
"It's okay, I don't care about that." I took a deep breath and remembered Noah as the type of student who didn't mind being late. He was born into a wealthy family and hence could afford to purchase his diploma, but I was born mediocre.
"Here we go," Noah said. Then we come to a standstill towards the back of the school.
"What are we doing here?" My eyes are locked on the towering wall in front of us while I enquire. It wasn't too high, but I wouldn't be able to reach it if I stepped into something. But before I could say anything, Noah bowed slightly and murmured.
I'll piggyback you and make sure you can reach the wall before jumping to the other side. Don't worry, no one will notice us. "
Before I could argue, Noah bowed and let me ride on his back. In awe, I opened my mouth wide. But there was nothing I could do but obey his orders.
I'd like to ask him how he's doing, but I'm getting close to the top and losing my equilibrium as I push myself. For example, if I fall to the ground, I did not, however, feel as though I had dropped into the ground; rather, I believe I had plunged into something considerably softer.
I quickly got up. only to wake up on top of a man's stomach. My two legs were spread wide while the man stayed on the ground, where I could see his complete face and judge the intensity of his wrath. His blue eyes shone with rage. His stiff jaw moved to demonstrate his wrath. Based on his attire, he was a student at this school. But that's irrelevant right now; what matters is the guy's range.