Hidden Wings

chapter one

Pant....Pant...Pant....

'I need to reach him, I need to, if I don't...’ Panic rose into my throat with realization, 'I'm not fast enough please no!' I take a deep breath surveying my surroundings, 'No one's around.' More panic emerges at the thought I was alone, I never felt so stupid I shouldn’t have left by myself. I rolled my shoulders back as my wings spread out behind me lifting me off the ground to take me to where I need to go with more speed than my legs could muster, nothing is going to stop me I have to get there. 'Please let me reach him in time please, please, please.' Praying as I head to the edge of the town, I pick up the pace. The remaining strands of my hair fall free from its pins and starts flying all around me. As I reach an abandoned building I slow down heart racing I couldn’t breathe my sight got blurry because the closer I got the clearer a trail of blood shined in the moonlight leading to the back, tucking my wings away I head to the back following the trail not once taking my eyes off it.

Blood....It is blood.... there’s... there is so much blood!

I wake up with tears falling onto my pillow, I turn to see what time it is, 3:15 am. The same time every night. I wipe my eyes as I throw my blankets off and get out of bed. I sigh, ‘Why me?’ I ask myself as I drag my heavy body downstairs into the kitchen, I get the milk out and get a cup from the cabinet. I put it away after filling my cup and leaned against the counter taking small sips. I try to forget about the awful dream, but I can see it clear as day when I blink. I take a deep breath, close my eyes praying to forget the nightmare with every sip but I keep seeing the green and purple faded wings and his face, the boy's face I knew all too well. For almost a year now I have been having these strange nightmares, it started on my sixteenth birthday I went to sleep and woke up getting ready to a ball in this insanely large castle on the most beautiful plant that has three moons at night and bright sunny days that brought gigantic flowers to life as the bloom in the light rising over your head the dresses were inimitable and the creatures were nothing like humans making me feel as if I was in a fairytale land at first I chopped it up to being my large collection of novels and fiction stories I read all the time since I would change in appearance and the era's would jump around along with my age, until recently when he appeared, he was the boy with hauntingly beautiful face, sadly as if on repeat the boy is always dying for almost three weeks now the same dream plays it’s my seventh ball I was young but going to be queen and we were going to celebrate I snuck him in since it was a masquerade theme of my choosing but then I lose sight of him and that when it happens I feel it as if my own heart was being teared out as if I could feel him dying ignoring my family worried cries as I run though our town and there he lays in the three moons light shining down on our last night.

"Ivey?" I open my eyes to see my older brother standing at the entrance of the kitchen. "Why are you awake?" I do not answer, instead I take the last sip of milk, seeing the glass he asks, "Did you have another bad dream?" It was meant as a question, but he knew the answer, however I still nod. "Same one?" I nod again. "Are you okay?" I shrug one shoulder; he comes to stand next to me and pats my head before I take my empty glass and rinse it out. He looks at me than the kitchen clock and says,

"You should go back to bed you have school in a few hours." He walks out of the room once he can tell I was feeling a bit better. I stood there looking out the window at the cloudless sky a little longer it doesn’t have the same appeal as the ones in my dreams. I sigh as I I check the clock, it was close to four in the morning, I decide to hall myself back to bed walking back upstairs I pray I do not have the dream again.

~6:00 am~

I wake up to my alarm going off and the first thing I think is, 'Yes! No dream!'

"Ivey, wake up already and turn off your alarm!" My brother yells from down the hall. I laugh to myself and head to the bathroom. After taking a shower and getting dressed I make my way back to my room to comb my hair the best I can.

"Foods ready hurry up!" I hear him say as I hop down the stairs and into the kitchen where I sit down and start to eat but of course, my brother had to ruin my mood even if it is not on purpose.

"Looks like someone slept well, did you forget about your bad dream?" My shoulders slump down, and I stop eating and look down at my food only hints of the dream came back the blood, the body, the wings, and the faint outline of the building but I could not remember the boy’s face. The moment my brother noticed my change in mood he panics a little, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." I shake my head and finish my food. After putting my dishes in the sink, I walk back upstairs to get my bag. I hear his truck start up, he honks as I head downstairs once I'm outside I lock the door behind me and head to the truck.

When we reached the school and as I got out, he says, "I'll see you later, call if you want me to pick you up." I shook my head,

"I'll be fine." I shut the door and looking through the open window I tell him, "I'll cook dinner tonight." He smiles with a nod then drove off; I pull my hood up to cover my untamable red hair of mine as I walk towards the building trying my best to not bump into anyone as they all crowded around outside trying to enjoy the last few warm days. I get to my locker,

“Oh, my I didn’t know vampires came out in the light.” Heather Bolshiv taunts her two minions Greta and Olivia laugh at the not so funny joke she made. I sigh as I finish switching my books for my first few classes

“I hope she doesn’t explode.” Greta chuckles at her inaccurate statement. Again, I sigh then shut my locker,

“Greta vampires don’t explode they turn to dust, please know what your information before speaking it’s too early for stupid.” I remark emotionless, after years of their taunts I have learned that they are mostly all bark no bite, I swing my bag over my shoulder and walk pass them to my first hour. The bright red locker walls enclosed the cluster of teens who are stare at me from the corner of their eyes. ‘Another momentous day in little old Jackson Maine high school.’ I think as I start to pass the office it was all windows to hall; I glance that way like I was being forced to, something urged me to look that way with desperation. I spot him right away his hair a lively shade of brown and his skin has more color then how I always seen it, his eyes are also a darker shade of blue, but it was the same boy. My heart lurch I stop in my tracks when he looks up directly at me, my breath gets caught in my throat. My lips squeeze together it took everything in me to look away I force a breath out before I continue. I hurry to take a seat in the back next to the window feeling the comfort of the garden next to me. Heather and her underlings came in shortly after and glowered at me before the bell rang and Mr. Simon came in to beginning the lesson.

Halfway through the boring class that everyone strained not to fall asleep in, there was a knock at the door. Mr. Simón goes to open it, the principal came in with a new student, the boy from the office I could feel that urge again to look at him, but the whole room started to swarm with chatter, mostly girls with their annoying blabber of 'Ohmigod,' and lots of ' He's so cute.' That I don’t look up from my book I had no interest in getting involved with him it was for the better. I hear Mr. Simón tell him to take a seat anywhere. I glance at the floor to see his grey Nike’s heading in my direction then he sits next to me at my table, the heat from his skin rolled off him and flurries over my body it was relaxing except the hill on my arms stood and a chill went up my spin in dread. I try to get some distance without it being so obvious however since everyone was staring, I could only look outside the window.

"Hi, I'm Ashton." I just nod and turn the page of my textbook. "What's your name?" When I did not answer he asks a new question. I can just feel the daggers from the other girls in class.

"Is that the book for class?” He ask I nod, “Can we share? I’ll get my later, do you know where the library is?” I nod again sliding the book to the middle of the table and from the corner of my eye I can see him shift however, I don’t look up or say anything Mr. Simon gives him a paper then walks back to the front then he continues where he left off,

“Do you know what we are doing?” He whispers leaning over and looking at my sheet. We are in English, so my area was a little cluttered with this morning’s five-minute writing time and then a dictionary, thesaurus, and then three types of highlighters. The on the top of it all was the sheet for the book we are reading in class,

“Reading and note.” I bought my book so I can write in it, the pages are full of colors and thoughts I got when I read. He looks over his paper then the book and smiles I stole a glance his way not quite meeting his eyes, my heart flutters if I was standing my knees would give out he was just like the dreams, chills run through my skin it’s as if my heart is breaking again for the hundredth time tears prickle at my eyes I look away outside got grey and deep in the room across the courtyard blue ice eyes that could steal souls it’s making my hair stand on the edge.

"You don't talk much do you?" Ashton says grabbing my attention I shrugged one shoulder and write something random on the paper. He stops trying to talk to me but I could feel his gaze on me the whole time during class making me squirm in my seat, I wanted to yell at him, to say anything but nothing came out so I just sat there trying to listen and concentrate on what Mr. Simón was saying but it was impossible. The moment the bell rang I was so happy I practically jumped and ran out the door. The farther I got from him the better off I felt. My next hour was on the second floor I practically ran up the stairs to get away from the lingering pull that keeps tugging me even as I got into the class it was there faint but there. Heather and Olivia came into the room moments later and walks up to my seat.

“I just talked to the new guy his name is Ashton, he is totally my type so you should not go near him.” She hiss,

“You know I was thinking the same thing in fact I think you should go to him now.” I look up at her uninterested in this conversation pulling out my book and opening it to the page I left off letting her stand there dumbfounded. The bell rings and they go to their seats madder than a jackrabbit.

“We will leave it here remember to turn in your homework on the way out.” The sub at the front says after the bell rang. I was one of the first to get up and turn in the homework the pull got stronger once again as I get out and turn left I ram right into the one person I didn’t want to Ashton, I smacked right into his muscle chest hard I almost fell if he hadn’t caught me. I look up my breath stuck in my throat, my body burning hot like I am in the middle of a fire my grip on his forearm tighten as I fight to stand up.

“Are you okay? Do you need to go to the infirmary?” The dead body in red flashes I let him go pushing away so fast I almost fall again but he catches my hand just in time it was electric the places he touch are on fire. I groan as I steading myself once more and turn to run the other way I hear Heather call me a freak as I pass her. I run straight to the girl restroom and splash water on me then I head to the nurses office and asked to lay down. When it was the middle of third hour I started to feel better and head to my class when I got there everyone looked at me I hand my Spanish teacher my note and go to my seat trying the best I could to ignore the strange feelings coming off from Ashton. He’s in the next room I can feel it. I press my lips together as I get my work for this class out. ‘Why is this happening?’ I groan internally.