Sky

<Dream Realm>

A pillow was whacked on my head.

"Hey!", I shouted. My arms removing the pink pillow from under my neck and chucking at the attacker.

Nathan yelled at the top of his lungs, "I shall vanquish thy!" He grabbed the lilac scented pillow and lightly hit me in the side.

Suddenly I couldn't feel the ground beneath my feet but I giggled whirling around the room launching each attack.

"No fair!", he said duplicating his pillows and aiming them at me.

"Nathan hold on to me, it'll be fun", I sad reaching my small fingers into his tight grasp. Soon we were both floating and giggling an-

"Ahhhhh!", a man's voice shouted. The voice was crying. We returned to the ground.

"I'll be back, stay here, Sky", Nathan whispered before walking down the staircase. I peeked behind the door.

"Ow!", a shout of a boy cried, "Please stop!"

I gasped as I saw the horror of my cousin laying on the ground, with blood around him...

<Dream State Ends>

I sucked the air in and shot up. Why does this keep happening. I was on the ground of my apartment in the living room with blood on my forehead. What the heck? All I remember happening is Travis beating me up..and being knocked out. But I felt something warm carry me to somewhere comfortable-maybe a couch? A bed? Wait-

<Flashback to Nurse's Office>

I couldn't see anything, but somehow I felt a presence of the people, and could hear them speak.

The kind, soft voice of a woman spoke, "Thank you so much, sir. You really are a hero for bringing Ms. Willis here. She is known to have many incidents on the school grounds and...well no one else has done this before or even alerted one of the teachers. So thank you."

I think the boy nodded because I heard footsteps until I couldn't hear them anymore. The woman mumbled something, but I couldn't quite hear it. I heard the dialling of numbers being placed into a phone. The woman muttered something of a curse. More dialling.

The woman spoke again, "Hello? This is the FRH Department, we would like to notify you about your /daughter\, Skylar Willis, is this Mr. Willis?".

A harsh, muffled voice shouted, "No Mr. Willis died several years ago smart a$$! Why are you calling me about that piece of $h*t?! I don't give two flying f**ks about this so called "daughter" of mine!"

I started crying, tears flooding down my eyes....

I need to find out who helped me, maybe I can meet a friend. After all the FRH superhero saved me. I need to return a favor.