Hey, readers. You would never believe it, but this chapter was actually my dream. I have tried my best to convey every emotion into the story. Hope you like it!

"Huh?", I sat up, my eyes blazing with pain as I opened them. I was feeling so cold and damp, and my sleep had been so restless that I was actually just under the surface, not down deep, all night. I looked around my room; the window behind my bed was wide open and it was raining heavily and the wind was icy and gusty. It blew the rain into the room. And here I was, curled up into a ball, on the bed, fully dressed. I glanced in the mirror, I saw a ghost.

My lovely, healthy complexion had given away to paper-white skin. My eyes were just dull, with rings around them. My lips were rimmed white. My cheeks had sunk in, so had my stomach. My arms and legs were like little white sticks.

I hadn't heard my own voice for a while. "My hair", I said, hearing my voice, it had gone soft and shaky. But I could recognize it as my own, faintly. But my hair was just like an alien's. I tugged at it, my grip was too weak. My lovely dark curtain had dropped flat and lifeless.

I got up and pulled a brush through it. And then, after showering, I dressed in dull colours and went down to the breakfast hall, trying to lose my senses in the numbness that had now become the world I knew and loved.

But to my surprise, I couldn't pull inside. I began to notice things, like how stormy and freezing cold it was; how everyone were looking out the window happily and eating hot breakfast in the cafeteria; how nice the school atmosphere was. I was shocked at myself but the cheery surroundings were contagious and I couldn't help but feel okay about not having a haze over me.

But I wasn't happy; not yet. I was not ready for emotions.

But the feeling of helplessness and fragility was so overwhelming that I was jumping at shadows; meaning, I was scared of everything. I walked about, trying not to attract attention to myself, to blend into the back ground. But it was never easy for me, since I was a kid, I had excelled at everything, I was the kind of girl who was always the centre of attention.

But when I entered the deserted hallway, I heard loud argument. I heard a girl screaming, "It's because of you that my sister has become a ghost and YOU, I repeat, YOU are the one who will fix her. Am I making myself clear?".

"Look, all I did…..", a guy replied.

"ALL you did? How can you say that? That's my sister. I love her more than life itself. We both do", a shaky voice shrilled. I recognized all the voices but I didn't try to remember who it was. But when I turned the corner, I saw three pairs of anxious eyes looking back at me; one pale green, wide with sorrow; another pale blue with a burning fire; the last with pain, the most beautiful ones I'd ever seen.

"Damien", a voice called to me as I shrank away. I was too scared to speak and I definitely didn't want any of them to come closer to me.

The girl with the burning blues stepped closer and said, "Hey sis, I love you. Please don't go away", a stabbing pain ripped through my chest as I whispered, "I love you too Steph". The loving greens filled up with tears, "I love you too, Dae", "Me too, Dex", I said, backing away from them just in order to get away from the other one there.

I stumbled off, desperately trying to un-remember who those eyes belonged to. The world swirled as I kept falling down as I tried to run up the corridor. As I fell quite violently tripping, he grabbed me, preventing my face from becoming floor-pie. I looked away, flinching. As soon as I was steady on my feet, I thrashed against the restraining arms, trying to get away, screaming like I was having a seizure the whole time.

"Let her go, Vampire", Stephanie spat on the last word as she yanked me away from my savior and towed me along. Declan followed without a word. Once we were in my room, Stephanie told me to stop crying. Dex gently soothed me until I stopped. Then Stephanie spoke, "Hey, guess what? Dex and I are shifting over to Moon Heaven next week! we can all be together", she smiled as she heard me chuckle. But they both knew it was a weak attempt from my side. "Did the authorities agree to that because they saw what a nutcase I had become?", I asked softly. They vehemently shook their heads. But I knew the truth. They were never good liars.

"But we can't be with you for a week, okay? Promise me that you'll be fine till we get here", Declan pleaded. Stephanie smiled at how grown-up Dex sounded.

"I'll be just fine", I said, smiling happily. I told them I was already better. They hugged me and left, at peace.

My smile instantly drooped. Stephanie and Dex were never good liars.

Fortunately, I was.