A/N: Last chapter, Violet was supposed to be sitting next to: The Full Monty Babeyy, but I don't know what happened to block it out!! sorry!!
Chapter Eleven –
Romania
(Part Two)
By the time the sun had finally risen into the sky, my eyes were wide and bloodshot.
Despite the boiling weather, I was shivering.
When I heard a car beginning to pull out of the drive behind me, I stood up, dusting the dirt off my jeans.
My legs were numb from being in the same position all night, but I began walking down the empty street, arms crossed over me.
I just kept my eyes straight ahead, hardly ever blinking.
I think I forgot to.
I kept walking forward until I came to a corner.
But even then, I just followed the path.
I was entirely focused on this one path. If this path ended, then so would my world.
Because I seriously think that I'm going mental.
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My legs finally regained their feeling, but I was not able to stop them from walking.
I had no idea where I was going, but I guess my mind will know when I see it.
I was walking for ages, and I just kept replaying the dream in my mind.
I was repeating the questions from last night as well.
…Had I MADE myself dream that?
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I came across a few shops, somewhere 100 minutes from where I had started walking.
My eyes gazed around, searching, searching for something I didn't even know I was searching for!
My body seemed to have taken control while my mind cowered in the back, with out a stand.
My legs carried me into a shop where a small woman was behind the counter.
My mouth opened and spoke by itself – 'Excuse me, but do you know where a phone box is?'
The woman nodded her head and spoke in English, with a broad accent.
'Yees, the neeareest phonee box is around the neext corneer, sweeetiee.' She gave me a warm smile.
'Thanks.'
I ran from the shop.
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A minute later, I emerged out of the street and crossed the road, where I saw the phone box.
I had to wait 45 minutes for the bloody person in there the finish.
But eventually, when they did, I crammed myself in the tiny space like it was my lifeline.
I picked up the phone and slotted some money in.
Then I closed my eyes and pictured the Lightbrook sign from my dream.
Lightbrook Children's Home
0191 5421090
I jerked, still in shock from my mind's abilities.
I dialled the number, pressing the phone hard against my ear.
Ring ring
Ring ring
Ring ring
My stomach clenched and both hands now clutched the phone.
Ring ringRing ring
The line went dead.
I hung up the phone, tears escaping down my face.
I just don't think that I'll ever find my real parents.
-
I didn't know what to do.
I was alone in a foreign country.
Stupid!!
Just when I was about to spiral into a pit of depression, a dog came running round the corner, teeth bared.
It ran straight for me, growling and barking.
It was huge! It looked like it would rip me to shreds if it caught me.
Or, when it caught me.
I struggled to my feet, yanking my bag from the floor and throwing it on my back.
I turned and ran as fast as I could, my feet slipping and sliding along the path.
Behind the dog, I could hear an odd voice shouting something like: 'get 'em! Get 'em, Butch!'
I kept running; turning the corners that paths lead me down.
I was panting, my feet echoing my footsteps. The dog was still behind me, running, somehow not fast enough to overtake me. I always seemed to be a couple of paces ahead, and when I slowed down, exhausted, the dog did too.
At least the dog couldn't over take me… somehow.
I found myself not running past houses anymore, but trees.
Tonnes and tonnes of trees, and mud on the ground.
I could still hear the dog behind me, and it didn't sound like it was getting tired yet, like I was.
I was still running hard, but I felt like I was going to collapse at any second.
But I spotted a tree with low branches – and decided to scale it.
I sprinted toward the tree, arms outstretched to grab at it.
I was so determined to get up the tree, I wouldn't have been put off even if someone had ran past me screaming 'tree hugger!'
I jumped on the tree, crawling up. The dog was snapping his jaws beneath me, trying to jump up the tree.
I climbed higher, only focused on not falling.
I stayed there for 10 minutes while the dog growled and snapped and barked beneath me.
Eventually, a man came and commanded the dog back to him. 'Come on, Butch, the parasite obviously got away.'
The man led the dog away, soothing his growls.
Parasite?
What was he talking about?
-
as soon as I was sure that the dog and the man were gone, I slid out of the tree.
I was shaking, all the way from my black hairline to my scruffy now-black shoes.
I wrapped my arms tight around me, absolutely terrified.
I began walking, eyes on the mud in front of me.
I didn't look up, I didn't think.
I just wanted to get away from it all.
I wish I'd never sought to find my real parents.
I couldn't just be happy with my adoptive family.
But, I guess it's just human nature.
You have everything you want, and you just want it to be better.
Why didn't anyone ever tell me that I should just be happy with what I had?
Tears cascaded down my face and dropped to the ground. I drew in a huge breath, and let it shakily out.
And again.
Soon, I was sobbing.
But I wouldn't stop walking.
I had to get away from this place; so I just kept walking. Head down, arms crossed, tears dropping.
-
I didn't know how long I had been walking, but night had fallen. I could hardly see where I was going!
So I dropped where I was standing, curled up in a ball, and went to sleep.
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a low growl woke me up.
Actually, it wasn't so much as a growl than a 'roar'.
I stirred in my sleeping position, opening my eyes to a blurry figure.
A loud ROOAAAAAARR made me sit up higher and blink my eyes manically as the blurred figure loomed above me.
It was dark and I was sleepy, but every thing came to light when a sudden burst of fire appeared out of nowhere.
At least, I thought it was out of no where.
Until I noticed the giant dragon standing a few feet away from me.
My brown eyes widened, my hands shook, and I screamed a long high pitched scream, that seemed to go on for hours.
The dragon roared again; and lunged at me.
