Chapter forty eight – The Breakfast Table

All that could be seen was darkness, pure darkness except the object lying on the ground that could be seen as well as the human that stood beside it. Faith was jolted into the dream and did not belong. She looked down at the ground and could see a dead body. Was it human? Was it demon? She could not tell from this distance but what she could see was a symbol, an ancient symbol upon the body's forehead. It definitely had something to do with some kind of magic, probably dark magic.

Faith looked up from the ground and looked towards the little girl standing beside the dead body. The little girl didn't look at the body, she didn't look at Faith. Instead Charity was looking at something beyond Faith in the distance.

Something had happened here and Faith had only come into the story right at the end. As Faith was about to turn around to see what was behind her, the dream ended. Both Faith and Charity woke up instantly from the dream in a cold sweat.

Faith sat up in bed breathing heavily. Her heart was beating faster than ever.

She got out of bed and walked over to her desk where she kept her notebook. Faith wrote down what she could remember from the recent dream and tried drawing the symbol that she saw on the dead body.

Faith sat at her desk staring at the symbol for five minutes. She was trying to figure out what it could mean but it was no use since she only knew the end of the dream. If only she knew what this thing was and how it died then maybe she could have a lead on what the symbol meant and what it was used for. Faith would need to look through a number of magic books to find out what this symbol meant.

She placed the notebook back down on her desk and decided to get dressed. Faith was going to go out on a midnight stroll, she was too awake to go back to sleep.

Faith got changed into the clothes from that day and left the house.

She didn't know where she was going and didn't care; she just had to get out of the house for some fresh air and to clear her mind.

Faith's midnight stroll led her to the place at the moment where she felt most safe, that place being the graveyard. Faith shouldn't feel safe there but she did. She felt as safe there as she did in the woods. Faith sat on top of a tomb and stared into the space that surrounded her in the graveyard.

Faith was trying not to focus on the dream or anything else for that matter but her mind kept wandering back to the dream. Faith didn't want the dream to mean anything because if it did then she would have something else to deal with in her complicated life but she had a feeling inside that she should at least try and find out something to do with the dream.

She just sat there in silence and was not aware of what was going on around her but then again nothing was going on around her anyways, the graveyard was dead quiet.

Faith glanced at her watch to see the time. She quickly jumped up from where she was sitting and started to run through the graveyard. Her mum would be home soon and she had to be home before her mum was because if she wasn't she'd get caught for going out in the middle of the night.

Faith rushed back home running as fast as she could. She got to the door and slowly walked in.

The lights weren't on inside so that was a good sign that her mum wasn't home yet.

Faith checked the kitchen and lounge room, no sign of her mum.

Faith heard a car pull up outside near her house and she bolted to her room, climbed into bed and closed her eyes rather tight.

A key was put in the front door lock and her mother stepped inside.

Faith sighed in relief that she just got home just in time.

Faith started to slowly drift off back to sleep. Her mother entered her room to check that Faith was home and asleep in her bed then kissed her on the forehead goodnight. As she left the room she closed the door quietly behind her.

The next day was not such a sunny day but sunnier than last week.

The crowd and action was around the breakfast table.

Faith started to eat her bowl of cereal and looked at Harry and a thought popped into her head, "You've been hanging around here a lot lately Harry."

"That reminds me. I have a big announcement for you two girls," Harry announced, pointing to Faith and Charity.

Faith mumbled under her breath, "Oh my god."

Harry started talking again, "I've decided-"

Sharon piped up, "We've decided."

Harry continued with, "Right we've decided that I'm going to move in permanently."

Faith then said aloud, "Oh my god." Faith then put down her cereal spoon.

"I can't eat any more of this. I've gotta go."

Faith grabbed her jacket and left before anyone could stop her.

Faith walked a few blocks from her house and ended up at Jezza's place.

Mrs Linton answered the door.

"Hi Faith. How have you been?"

"I've been okay Mrs Linton."

Jezza's mother then called out to Jezza that Faith was there.

"Jezza! Faith's here."

And then quicker than a speeding bullet Jezza rushed down from upstairs to the front door.

Jezza came to the door and then they walked inside.

"I have a dilemma," said Faith.

"Okay let's go to my room," replied Jezza.

As they walked towards the staircase leading to upstairs they passed Steve. "Aren't those the same clothes you were wearing yesterday Faith?"

Faith and Jezza were too busy talking about the dilemma to even notice Steve was there or what he said.

Faith spilt everything to Jezza. She told her about what happened at breakfast today and everything else that Harry did that annoyed her. Faith revealed that it would be a nightmare if Harry was there 24/7, it would be a terrible nightmare. Then she corrected herself and said it would be like living in hell.

"Jezz I can't take this anymore. I don't know what to do. I wouldn't be able to handle living with him day in day out."

Steve passed by Jezza's bedroom door and heard part of the conversation between the two girls and stopped at the door.

Steve popped his head into the room, "Well it couldn't be that bad Faith. It would just be like before. Just permanent."

"You don't get it. This is something big for my mum. Argh!"

Faith pushed past Steve and ran to the top of the staircase and sat down on the first set of stairs.

Jezza gave Steve a look and said, "You idiot. You blew it this time."

Jezza then left the room to go find where Faith had run off to and found her sitting on the stairs. She joined her friend.

"I'm sorry about Steve. He's just so immature sometimes. And when he tries to make someone feel better he usually makes them feel worse."

"I just wish Steve wasn't so immature."

"Too bad wishes don't come true."