Ahh I'm back for Chapter Five! I only have a vague idea of what this could be about, I think it will be the longest chapter yet. Have you noticed how each of my chapters is longer than the last? I've got an idea of writing a new story about Hilary, I really seem to enjoy writing from her POV! Its difficult to try and be her because we are different characters completely, I'm trying my best.

I seem to be taking this fanfict way too seriously lol I actually found myself daydreaming about it thinking "Should she... should she ... or perhaps even..." and it really is funny since its like the story has taken control of my body and mind. As long as people like it I suppose its ok to feel strong about the story.

Disclaimer: You know it already, I really don't own any of the characters. Oh and all the things about Hilarys family ARE NOT real. I don't know if she has a brother, I don't even know if she has any parents.

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Chapter Five

I had another dream and this one was much more horrific than the other two . I'd fallen asleep rather early after gaining a slight headache from thinking of Kai, I remembered that I had an exam tomorrow. It was a maths exam and to be honest I was dreading it as though it was my early death. Tyson told me to relax since I'd done more studying than him and he thought I'd pass it with flying colours. I told him he must be insane to think so high of me. He blushed. Anyway, in the dream I saw blocks of flats, they reminded me how a hospital looks from the outside, looming high into the sky, thousands of windows belonging to ill and dying people. I wondered if it was a hospital but was informed it was a flat since each window had a balcony and on many were lines strung full of clothes.

Ahh. I bet I know where I am, I thought at the time. My dads flat. I'd recieved a letter saying he had moved into a flat in a foreign country. New York, I think it was called, I've never been there but the flats were how I imagine it would look. I walked closer to the flats. The mysterious figure I had believed to be Kai (No way, Kai's kind...isn't he?) appeared in front of me at that exact moment."Hilary, you finally made it", he greeted in his cool tone. "I've made it, master Kai. Now what?" I expected an answer but I noticed he had started walking closer towards the building.I followed as a sheep would a shepherd and realised he was leading me to my fathers flat- both addresses on the letter I was sent and on the sign post outside were identical.

After the voyage to my fathers room, Kai handed me a weapon like none other. A sword, it appeared, much like the ones I'd seen in those horrible films that were to do with killing.I opened the door, it didn't seem locked, and saw my dad. "An evil demon...!" he screamed in fear at me. "Dad, its me, don't be scared...I love you!", He wasn't listening. He was pleaing for his life, on his knees. "I'll do anything, I'll kill myself for you, look..." he gazed out the window and I saw a silvery tear slide down my dads stubby cheek. He must have been too busy to shave. Or distressed. "See, outside there somewhere I have a family. We'll never be together. And the only way I can be with them is if I enter the realms above." He looked up at the ceiling as if expecting to see me, mum and Joey (my brother) smiling down at him. Perhaps he did see, since his eyes were filled with happiness of which I'd never seen before. I didn't know what was going on.. and then he spoke in a calm voice " I won't let you two be together, I won't let you breath the same air. Kai, go, leave me in peace." He was looking right at me. And my arm swung, without my consent, knocking him out the large glass window, spraying me with glass that bounced off as though I was made of a strong material.

The morning after the dream, I recieved a note. It was Thursday now and I was feeling sick. After reading the letter I couldn't help but feel even sicker. I lunged for the bathroom door, opening it as though I was turning a page in a book, And I found myself wretching over the toilet, not controlling where my food went. Tyson came in and found me crumpled on the floor in fits of tears. It took me a while to catch my breath. "My dad, Tyson, my dad..my dad hes-" Tyson pulled me close in an embrace that I could've pretended was Kai had the dream not happened and had I not read the letter. "Hush, Hilary. No more, go back to bed, you aren't well enough to go to school...you can always resit the exam anyway.." I was outraged but unable to reply. Had I been younger I would've thought my tongue was broken, since my mouth was numb after vomiting and my voice refused to communicate with Tyson. I retreated to my bed, I didn't wake until I heard the sound of Tysons Grandpa shout out in rage. I sat up, sunlight pouring in a long stripe through the curtains, and stretched my arms. "Grandpa? Are you there?" It was a silly question to ask but it made sense to do so. I sat up in my nightdress and admired the lace design pattened on the sleeves. I actually did feel like a princess, would you believe. When I had stood up I immediately went to check the clock in the kitchen. Quarter past nine in the morning. Yikes.

It was a lonely Thursday and since Tyson was away at school I remained in bed for most of the day. I was borderlined between sleep and wake, listening to Tysons Grandpa get out of bed and start moving around. I noticed he didn't come check up on me, it seemed very much out of his character since he usually gave out sympathy and wanted to help people. After a few hours he called me. "Hilary? Is everything ok?" I wasn't sure how to reply. Should I say 'No Grandpa, of course not, I killed my dad in my sleep' or 'the man I love is a psychopath'. I think its best to treat things like this as a dream, try and suck all the laughter out of the desparate situation. I mean, heck there is no proof that I was even involved in my fathers death..is there? I decided to answer with "I'm fine, it must have just been a bug or something. Thank you anyway.." He was already heading for the door, I could hear the soft thud of his slippers on the wooden floorboards. It made me feel isolated that the one person who was old enough to understand what I was going through had deserted me.I felt Isolated and a little bit angry.

When Tyson came home I noticed he literally sprinted up the stairs as if time was running out for him and any second his heart was going to stop. He opened the bedroom door with a crash that damaged it slightly, and settled down beside me feeling my head and asking if there was anything he could do. I snuggled down and told him that I needed some advice. "Advice, what..you think I can be useful!" It was mock question implying that I didn't like him. I found it hilarious and cheered up instantly. He must've seen because he blushed, leaving me feeling rather strange. I don't like him like that, do I? No...NO! I wanted to pretend he was Kai. I had to. Because the feeling of loneliness is so hard to shake off, I was willing to play a silly childish game just to help my emotions. "Tyson..." I pulled him near me, wanting to clutch onto him for support."I need to tell you something..."

So I told him the entire story, how Kai was forcing me to do dirty work in my dreams, how my father had died and it was my fault, how I missed my family...he took it all in and let me cry on his shoulder. It was really upsetting.

End Of Chapter Five

I've been meaning to update for ages now. Anyway, I've worked out there will be eight chapters overall, but this one was stalled slightly near the end. So there might be nine, which is my unlucky number, so it will probably be ten. I think having 4 reviews is brilliant for me, since I wasn't expecting to get any at all. I think I'm doing really well at the moment, so I'll keep it up.

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