Chapter One: Death Sense
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Chapter One: Death Sense
The world was coming to an end. She could feel it. Lying there in bed, covers over her face. Maybe not for everyone, but her certainly. She could feel the shadow of death looming ominously over her. She scrunched up her eyes tightly, trying to force herself in to some kind of deep sleep, but, as she expected, it didn’t work. By this stage, tears streamed uncontrollably from her yes. She had felt like this before, when she wondered home from college, when she went out at six to her well under-paid office job, and it was always when she was alone. She pulled the covers away, knowing that no face hidden behind a black hood would be there. That was all rubbish. She knew what death looked like. She had seen so many times. She knew, by the way it had reacted at the sight of her, that no one, other than it’s victims, had seen it but her. She could feel her heart pounding as she tiptoed to the window and stared out. It was pitch black, no moon, stars hidden behind the swirling clouds. She yawned at looked around. She hated living with her dad. He was tall and imposing, but she had no choice. She sat at her desk and, with a small click, turned her computer on.
Getting up her e-mail, she began to write a new one, typing quickly and skilfully:
Subject: Help?
To: Ashton Rogue
From: Jasmine Night
Ash,
It’s happening again. This is the third time this week. I feel it so strongly, like the first time I did. It’s scaring me Ash. I need you here with me, you were the only one who understood, the only one who didn’t think I belonged in a Mental Institute. Sorry for bugging, but I think something big is going to happen. What should I do?
Jas
She pressed the little sent icon and sat back. Ashton was usually on at these absurd times. Jas let her eyes flicker over to the black chrome alarm clock which stated in bold, red numbers 3:17. The reply was almost instant, which made her smile behind her fringe.
Subject: RE: Help
To: Jasmine Night
From: Ashton Rogue
Jas,
Hey! You’re not bugging me! I love hearing from you, and you know that. It’s not like you to moan, so it must be real bad. Have you tried searching the internet. Hang on… don’t bother. I just checked it, and it just comes up with useless things. I wish I knew what to do. I’m no use to you, I can’t help. If only I knew what it felt like, then maybe it would be different. Now, dry your eyes, stick a smile on that miserable face and jump back into bed. Let me guess, you can’t sleep? I don’t care! Get under the covers and dream of dancing candyfloss, or grapes doing the cancan. Even better, imagine kissing Yuan Hardy behind the bike sheds! I know you like him from the very un-obvious twirling of hair, constant giggling and blushing you do when he’s in a 10-mile radius. If I get one more message tonight, I’ll know your awake, naughty!
Night night.
Ash
Jas let out a laugh, then a long sigh. Ash had always made her laugh, the way he always knew what she was thinking and how he could cheer her up with a small message. She rubbed her eyes slowly, then crawled back into bed smiling. She didn’t realise how obvious it was that she like Yuan Hardy! She shook her head, embarrassed and, ever so slowly, drifted off into a light, fitful sleep, with short dreams that included candyfloss, grapes and Yuan Hardy.
***
A piercing scream awoke Jas the next morning.
“JASMINE! IF YOU’RE LATE FOR YOUR JOB, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” Came the voice of her step-mother, Julie. She heard Julies’ footsteps along the hallway and the twisting of her doorknob.
Quickly, Jas scrambled, half-asleep, our of her warm bed and hid out of sight out of bed. She didn’t want too squeeze into such a small space so early in the morning. Just before the door swung open, Jas poked her head out to see that the time was 11:19. She was unbelievably late; her job started at 8am. Julie walked into the room, her real animal fur white slippers visible under the bed. There was a moment of silence followed by an angry sigh.
“JASMINE! I KNOW YOU’RE IN HERE! YOUR BAG AND COAT ARE STILL HANGING UP ON YOUR DESK!” Julie screamed once again, so the whole village could probably hear her. There was another sigh. “Fine, don’t go. See if I care when they fire you…”
She stormed out like a little child, muttering something that sounded distinctly like ‘Lousy bitch’. Julie had never made an effort of hiding the fact she hated Jas, but it might’ve helped if she wasn’t so up-front. Jas struggled out of her hiding place and searched her wardrobe, pulling out black trousers and a dark blue t-shirt. Giving her hint-of-red brown hair a quick brush, before grabbing her bag and opening the window quietly. Throwing her bag into the now snow-covered ground, she started to climb down the drain pipe at the side of the house and jumping the last bit. She landed silently like a cat, and set off.
Chapter One: Death Sense
The world was coming to an end. She could feel it. Lying there in bed, covers over her face. Maybe not for everyone, but her certainly. She could feel the shadow of death looming ominously over her. She scrunched up her eyes tightly, trying to force herself in to some kind of deep sleep, but, as she expected, it didn’t work. By this stage, tears streamed uncontrollably from her yes. She had felt like this before, when she wondered home from college, when she went out at six to her well under-paid office job, and it was always when she was alone. She pulled the covers away, knowing that no face hidden behind a black hood would be there. That was all rubbish. She knew what death looked like. She had seen so many times. She knew, by the way it had reacted at the sight of her, that no one, other than it’s victims, had seen it but her. She could feel her heart pounding as she tiptoed to the window and stared out. It was pitch black, no moon, stars hidden behind the swirling clouds. She yawned at looked around. She hated living with her dad. He was tall and imposing, but she had no choice. She sat at her desk and, with a small click, turned her computer on.
Getting up her e-mail, she began to write a new one, typing quickly and skilfully:
Subject: Help?
To: Ashton Rogue
From: Jasmine Night
Ash,
It’s happening again. This is the third time this week. I feel it so strongly, like the first time I did. It’s scaring me Ash. I need you here with me, you were the only one who understood, the only one who didn’t think I belonged in a Mental Institute. Sorry for bugging, but I think something big is going to happen. What should I do?
Jas
She pressed the little sent icon and sat back. Ashton was usually on at these absurd times. Jas let her eyes flicker over to the black chrome alarm clock which stated in bold, red numbers 3:17. The reply was almost instant, which made her smile behind her fringe.
Subject: RE: Help
To: Jasmine Night
From: Ashton Rogue
Jas,
Hey! You’re not bugging me! I love hearing from you, and you know that. It’s not like you to moan, so it must be real bad. Have you tried searching the internet. Hang on… don’t bother. I just checked it, and it just comes up with useless things. I wish I knew what to do. I’m no use to you, I can’t help. If only I knew what it felt like, then maybe it would be different. Now, dry your eyes, stick a smile on that miserable face and jump back into bed. Let me guess, you can’t sleep? I don’t care! Get under the covers and dream of dancing candyfloss, or grapes doing the cancan. Even better, imagine kissing Yuan Hardy behind the bike sheds! I know you like him from the very un-obvious twirling of hair, constant giggling and blushing you do when he’s in a 10-mile radius. If I get one more message tonight, I’ll know your awake, naughty!
Night night.
Ash
Jas let out a laugh, then a long sigh. Ash had always made her laugh, the way he always knew what she was thinking and how he could cheer her up with a small message. She rubbed her eyes slowly, then crawled back into bed smiling. She didn’t realise how obvious it was that she like Yuan Hardy! She shook her head, embarrassed and, ever so slowly, drifted off into a light, fitful sleep, with short dreams that included candyfloss, grapes and Yuan Hardy.
***
A piercing scream awoke Jas the next morning.
“JASMINE! IF YOU’RE LATE FOR YOUR JOB, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” Came the voice of her step-mother, Julie. She heard Julies’ footsteps along the hallway and the twisting of her doorknob.
Quickly, Jas scrambled, half-asleep, our of her warm bed and hid out of sight out of bed. She didn’t want too squeeze into such a small space so early in the morning. Just before the door swung open, Jas poked her head out to see that the time was 11:19. She was unbelievably late; her job started at 8am. Julie walked into the room, her real animal fur white slippers visible under the bed. There was a moment of silence followed by an angry sigh.
“JASMINE! I KNOW YOU’RE IN HERE! YOUR BAG AND COAT ARE STILL HANGING UP ON YOUR DESK!” Julie screamed once again, so the whole village could probably hear her. There was another sigh. “Fine, don’t go. See if I care when they fire you…”
She stormed out like a little child, muttering something that sounded distinctly like ‘Lousy bitch’. Julie had never made an effort of hiding the fact she hated Jas, but it might’ve helped if she wasn’t so up-front. Jas struggled out of her hiding place and searched her wardrobe, pulling out black trousers and a dark blue t-shirt. Giving her hint-of-red brown hair a quick brush, before grabbing her bag and opening the window quietly. Throwing her bag into the now snow-covered ground, she started to climb down the drain pipe at the side of the house and jumping the last bit. She landed silently like a cat, and set off.