I know this chapter seems rushed, but i had to get the story moving otherwise it would go on forever, so, sorry if it sort of moves too quickly

I awoke in my own bed, Bert sitting next to me, his soft voice, comforting me. I sensed someone else in the room, I sat up quicklyand the world went white again, and I felt my body crush the bed linen - - - - the sun was piercing my eyes, creeping through the cracks in the edges of my curtains. A soft murmur echoed around the room, created by the breathing of the fluff ball next to me. I shifted my head so I could see my room. Chris was sitting on my computer chair, reading, what happened to be, my diary.

'that book interesting?' I asked him, disturbing his concentration,

'I'd rather watch paint dry, even that's more exciting.' I knew he was messing, but the truth was I didn't need any drama, not in my life, not any more. He tossed my book on the floor and wandered around my room, finding himself on my bed next to me.

'you wanna talk about what happened? Or is it too top secret?' he asked,doing a hand motion which disturbed Bert from his nap. He stroked the top of his head, his eyes turning thin and soft.

'I don't know what happened, all these emotions came flooding at me at once, then I guess I fainted.' I told him, avoiding eye contact.

'well, I guess you've had some stress recently, no one is that worried about you, shows how much they care, ow' he said as I whacked him on his leg.'anyway. I thought you might like to know that someone is here for you.' he said, leaving Bert on my stomach and leaving the room.

'Mikey!' I exclaimed as the guy walked in. He was about 6 foot tall, towering over most people, including me. His hair was jet black, and his eyes were deep, like they were always in thought. I jumped up, knocking Bert onto the floor, his meow sounding grumpy. I jumped onto Mikey, clinging to him, I hadn't seen him in so long.

'Hello to you to.' he said, once I had been lowered to the floor again,

'Never leave me that long again, I missed you so much!' I proded him in the stomach,

'I got transferred!' he exclaimed,

'excuses' I said, attempting a straight face. We sat down catching up for a while, talking about the fun we had last summer. After a couple of hours, he halted the memories.

'I've gotta get going, the boss doesn't allow personal time often.' he said, standing up giving me one last hug.

'who is this boss anyway? You never say his name' I said following him down the stairs.

'he doesn't give us his first name, we don't even know what he looks like, we just get a phone call and he tells us what to do.' he said, kissing my forehead, 'it's the way things are done where I work.' he told me. I didn't want to let him go, but I did anyway, and with Chris's help, I managed to climb back to my bed and sleep.

I felt like I had a hangover the next morning, not that I know what one feels like, just, they way people describe them. My head ached, and I felt nauseous. I scrambled out of bed and fell into my en-suit. Most of the rooms on this floor had them to ensure we had privacy. After a hot shower I didn't feel much better, so I hobbled downstairs, ignoring the smell of food that made my nausea worse. I flopped onto the kitchen counter, in desperate need of pain killers.

'you feeling ok there?' a voice came from behind me,

'either get lost or get me some medication.' I ordered Lukas,

'fine fine, its not like you to get light-headed, you sure your,' I cut him off,

'just give me the dam pills before I deck you.' I said, reaching for a glass of water,

'you sure your not hung over?' he asked, seeming amused by my pain,

'I swear,' I didn't finish my sentence because at that moment a troop of social workers came into the kitchen fussing over the 'sick' child. I didn't remind them of my age, or that I wasn't really sick, just in pain, which wasn't made better by loud, piercing voices.

I spent the rest of the day in bed, sleeping off my 'hangover'. Everything was brought to me, food, drink, more painkillers, the phone when Mikey called.

'Hey, how's my little party girl?' he joked,

'I can hang up you know.' I replied,

'yeah, but you wouldn't' he laughed, 'listen, I can't come and see you yet, but I want to make sure your alright as soon as I can, ok?'

'sure, I mean, I'm ok, I'm not going anywhere soon though,' we talked for a few more minutes before we said our goodbyes and hung up. I thought for a while after about the conversation, he had seemed on edge, like he was scared, but not for himself, for someone else, perhaps me. I pondered this thought for a short while, then dropped it.

I rested completely for the rest of the holidays, and was, what I thought, prepared for school, what I didn't know, was how bad school can be.

It was already lunch on my first day, I had got 3 assignments, 2 papers and I had to read a whole book in a week. My bag weighed me down wherever I dragged it, and so far, everyone avoided me like the plague.

'I ask you, who the hell invented a place which makes guys bedrooms heaven?' I asked Rebecca as I sat down at her table.

'How's your first day going then?' she asked me, tucking into her potato salad without the potato, typical health freak, she never stopped dieting.

'If it went worse I would prefer hell.' I said bluntly, rooting though my bag to find lunch.

'do you need a locker or something?' she asked,

'O, now you ask me that?' I replied sarcastically,

'you can borrow mine till you get one if you like.' she said, holding the key in front of me. I gave her my most evil glare, took the key, and emptied my entire bag in the locker. When I returned I noticed a few more people had sat down,

'Rachel, meet everyone, these are the guys I hang with.' she said, telling me their names.

'You look kinda lost around here.' a guy called Adam said, eating whatever had been on the menu that day,

'I was kinda lost, its so bluddie big, a skilled map reader would have issues.' I told them.

'yeah, I guess it takes a while.' he smiled at me, one of those smiles that would normally make a girls heart melt, but didn't even warm mine.

I managed to get through the rest of the day, gathering more books, and by the time I walked through the gates at the end of the day my bag was overflowing, weighing, I'm sure, the same as a baby elephant.

'Yo, Rachel, over here!' I spun around to see Mikey sitting in his Ferrari. I jogged over to him, quickly chucking my pack into the back seat and sliding myself into the one in front.

'I've gotta run some errands, don't mind a detour home do you?' he asked, moving from his parked position,

'Nope, don't mind at all, glad to have a ride though, that bluddie bag.' I continued my story of the day until he started to slow down. We had turned into this old estate, half the houses were falling down, or fallen down. He slowly moved the car along the road, looking at each one in turn, examining it, then moving on. He stopped a few houses from the end, turned the engine off, and slowly got out of the car. I watched him walk across the road, and stand outside this house, watching the front door with anticipation.

He stood there for a few minutes, waiting. As I sat there, I wondered off, thinking about my new life, how much had changed in the past few years. My thoughts moved on to more recently, how I had watched kids in bad situations, make a new start. My thoughts wondered even more, back to a dream, of lights, words, and energy. I opened my eyes, unaware they were closed, I saw the dream unfolding before my eyes. The background was different, but the words, the language, familiar. I saw the constant flow of energy again, electricity flowing everywhere. I glanced over to where Mikey had been waiting, but he had gone, no trace of him stood there, no sign of a human presenceoutside or insidethe house.

I opened my door, and walked quickly across the street, still seeing the flowing energy. Observing the house, I noticed many older features, original windows, old fashioned knockers, stain glass in the door window, and a figure standing behind the glass, a figure that moved quickly once I had been seen, one that stood over me as I faded once again from this world, one that whispered,

'you've come.'