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~Featherstone

And The Bubble Bursts

Chapter 1

I am the dullest person that you could possibly imagine. I sit at home watching the TV or doing work. When I am at college I do the work, read during breaks and then go home. I like to go walking by myself into the woodland area so I can sit and just listen to the silence. A lot of people think I am nuts, always by myself, withdrawn and extremely silent. I let them; I really don't care about their opinions. I wasn't always like this, until about twelve or thirteen I had a small group of 'friends' who I enjoyed spending my free time with. But over a span of wasted days I realised I didn't fit in with them. They started talking about fashion and makeup. I just thought that all of it was a mask to hide the identity of their true personality. I slowly began to draw myself into my own little world and I enjoyed it.

I'm Sammy Featherstone, I am seventeen and in college. My height is above average, I have long blond hair, blue eyes and a figure that I don't deserve. I don't have any friends, just concerned relatives. But to be truthful I think they gave up on me years back when they realised I wasn't going to come out of where I had put myself. I got excellent GCSE results, but it didn't make me happy. I got the course I wanted at college but it didn't make me happy. I'm at the top of my class and I really don't give a shit. People have tried to make friends with me in the past but everyone is the same. They want you to boost their ego. There is no such thing as good friends in this world. You have to work hard and achieve to get anywhere and having so called 'friends' can't help you. You never get anything for free, so if someone offers you a 'friendship' and you haven't even tried to develop relations with them you can't trust them.

I realise that I sound like a bit of a bitch, and you know I probably am. If I had a choice to go back and join in with the mindless idiots, I wouldn't take it. I would happily carry on the life I have been living. I wouldn't care if I died either. Nothing would happen to anyone if I did. I am sure some attention seeking female would moan about it for a while, take advantage of the situation to gain sympathy from people around them, but not really caring after a few days. I have also found that a lot of the girls my age crave 'love'. They hunt around looking for a boy, luring him on, having fun for a while and then throwing them away like a piece of used chewing gum – a mess that takes forever to scrape off the floor of self pity. All they want is a bit of attention. I don't care for the thing called love. I will keep going along in my little bubble thanks.

Unfortunately I found out that bubbles burst and eventually you have to face the cold reality of what is going on around you. I just didn't expect it realise it the way I did.

xXx

Another day in the learning facility started as normal, collecting the books and then taking my place at the back of the class ready to take notes from the board, selecting out useful information. I have been finding it harder and harder to concentrate in classes lately. The rest of them don't seem to care about trying to learn. The noise is ridiculous and headaches drone on in the background making everything so much more difficult. There is one person in the room who is really testing my patience. The teacher had told him to stop talking many times but just gave up in the end and let him carry on. I wanted to stop him talking. I never speak to anyone; he just made me go against my morals of not wasting my time with idiots.

'Excuse me, would you mind lowering your voice so that I am able to listen?'

He turned around and laughed. I guess he thought I was joking.

'Oh look everyone! The little emo nerd talked! What you gunna do, throw a book at me?'

I smiled and tried again.

'I acknowledge the fact that you just called me an 'emo nerd' but I am going to ignore it. I'm not going to throw a book either; I would be reduced to the sanity of a baby throwing its toys from its pram. So I ask again, could you lower your voice, thank you.'

I was aware that everyone was looking at us but I was, as you can guess, not bothered. The teacher was wonderfully useless, just standing there and staring. Sure, I didn't expect to do anything like this but I snapped. Big whoop.

'Oh, trying to be clever! You can't do anything about it.'

He stood up and looked me directly in the eyes.

'So, what you gunna do?'

I felt like punching him for a start. Then kicking him until he stayed silent.

'I'm sorry, but if I followed my desires and carried out actions, I would get into a lot of trouble. I am going to remove myself from this room so I don't do anything stupid.'

I stood up and put my things in my bag and then started to make my way out of the room. All this noise and attention, I hate it. He caught my wrist and I swung round and punched him in the face. What can I say, I have good reflexes.

'YOU CRAZY BITCH!'

He had blood coming from his nose and I think everyone was in shock. I carried on walking and opened the door and shut it behind me. Walking in a fixed direction seemed like a good idea, to get away from all the noise and commotion, to find somewhere peaceful to think. I am not sure how long I walked for, but I ended up back in the woods and sat down to enjoy the warmth of the sun dancing over my skin.

xXx

I'm not sure how long I sat there but I welcomed the return to the bliss of silence and thinking about nothing. My hand stung and it was bleeding where I hit him so hard. Looking at it for a while I started to question why I had reacted so violently. I understood I didn't fit in with anyone. I knew that I didn't care about the people around me. I might as well be dead, it's not like anyone would miss me. A cool breeze swept through the woods and I shivered. My face felt cold and I put my hand on it to investigate. It was wet.

I couldn't believe that I had been crying. I never cry. The last time I cried was when I fell off my bicycle and took the top layer of skin off my arm around 7 years ago. I thought it and then pondered about saying it aloud. I really don't have a point to my life anymore. I'm not achieving anything by being here. Hearing the words in my own voice made my resolution seem more final.

'I wish I could just leave, and never come back.'

As soon as I said it a circle appeared underneath me. It was blue and had swirls all over it. The breeze was picking up and I was scared. I stood up and tried to get away from the light but I held me there. I looked around to see if anyone was nearby and if they were playing a prank on me but there was no one. Bands of light started to flow up from the circle and they started to surround me. I couldn't do anything to stop it and fought as hard as I could but darkness engulfed me and I started to fall.

xXx

I could see a light coming out of the darkness and then all too quickly I smashed into the ground. I muffled a quick groan and then lifted my head up. There were lots of people standing around me, they looked like they had been talking and I had just landed in the middle of it. There was a woman dressed in black with white decorations in front of me. Behind her were some people with strange coloured hair. I turned my head and found 4 other people looking at me. There was a girl and a boy on the floor and a man dressed in black and red and another dressed in white and blue. Cosplayers? I looked around and a small house was in front of me surrounded by skyscrapers. Rain was falling from the sky hitting my skin and I stuck my head back into the ground. I must be dreaming.

'What is your name?'

I looked up and the woman was looking down at me. Was she trying to confirm a sense of authority?

'I don't think I should give out that information to strangers.'

'You must have a wish very strong to be transported here.'

'What?'

'I am Yuko, in this place I can grant wishes for a certain price in return if you desire it strongly. So, what is your wish?'

I just looked at her and then stood up. This can't be happening, there are no such things as wishes, they are things that people place their hopes on because they are too lazy o make them happen. Looking behind me I saw an open gate leading onto a street. I didn't know what this was but I had to find a way to get out and contact someone to tell them where I was. I may not care for them but I didn't want to cause unnecessary panic, I don't want it. I started walking towards the gate and then broke out into a sprint. I expected one of them to stop me but no one did. They didn't have too. My legs stopped themselves. I couldn't get through the gate, I was trapped within here.

'You won't be able to run away from your problems, you have come here to face them and your body knows it.'

I turn back around slowly, trying to figure out what the hell has happened. Yuko is just standing looking at me along with everyone else.

'So, what is your wish?'

I stood there like an idiot, not knowing what to say. I tried to think back but my mind was a complete mess. Yuko walked over to me and put her hand on my shoulder. I backed away from the touch a fell to the floor. I decided to hide in my hands, burying myself behind them so I wouldn't have to worry about this and just wake up.

'What did you say, before you got transported here?'

I don't want to answer her, I want to wake up. But my mind still churns the information and pulls out an answer.

'I… I said that I wish I could leave… and never come back.'

I did mean it, and I still do. But this is a dream so nothing will happen if I say things.

'I can grant that, but I require a price.'

'What is it?'

I look up at her and a boy is beside her with some vials and a knife. I panic and start to back away further, she must be a psycho and this is her warped blood thirsty cult.

'Your price is what is most precious to you, for you it is your blood.'

'What?'

'I would like you to fill these vials up with your blood as a payment.'

She placed them down in front of me and the put the knife next to it. She's crazy. An idea flashed through my mind, if this is a dream then I can wake myself up. This must be how. My arms moves forward and my hand grabs onto the knife. I stare at it, not sure what to do and then think back to my biology lessons. If I want to draw a vast amount of blood then I need to cut an artery which pumps huge amount of blood around my body at high speeds. I press the knife against my wrist and laugh. This is a dream and when I die I will wake up, that has to be it. I moved the knife along my wrist and gasped when pain shoot through me. I wasn't expecting that. The blood starts to pour out and I panic.

'Here, take the vial the collect the blood with it.'

She handed me the vial and I took it from her and pressed it against my wound. The blood started to fill it up I was thankful that I wasn't squeamish. In fact, it was strangely fascinating.

'Here, is that enough?'

I was starting to feel light headed and she shook her head. She gave me another vial and took the other one from me, putting a cork on the top of it.

'You have to be joking.'

I carried on watching the blood pour freely until she took the vial away from me and the boy gave my a cloth. I pressed it against my wound and then held my arm up in the air. In first aid we were taught that if you cut yourself you should hold your wound above your head.

'I can now send you off; this creature will transport you to different worlds. You may meet people who you have known, but they might not be the same person. They will have the same soul but have lived different lives.'

This all just flew over my head and I was too busy trying to stop my arm from bleeding. I then heard a whooshing sound and I looked down to see another circle, but it looked different his time. Swirls travelled around me and then, like before, I was engulfed.