Jazz's POV -

I blink my eyes, trying to adjust to the blanket of darkness that I am suddenly enveloped into. I blink again and again, hoping for the darkness to fade, for some light to come. But, all my pleas seem to fall into deaf ears. No light comes as usual. No sparks of hope seems to ignite my way out of the darkness.

It seems as if I have entered a dark tunnel with no exits, only an infinite dark tunnel. A tunnel that seems to resemble the transition of my thoughts from consciousnesses into unconsciousness. Unearthing the thoughts that seem buried deep inside me, never to be forgotten, only to be bottled up.

It's not even the clichè thing where I want the thoughts to leave me, but they refused to leave me. No, I don't want to forget anything. No matter how many times the thoughts kill me, I'll never let them go. I deserve them, I deserve to feel all this.

Just as I felt my walk finishing in this endless tunnel, bright light invades my vision, temporarily blinding me. I blink my eyes, but this time to adjust to the light.

Suddenly I find myself walking towards a crowd, a crowd that kept on growing and whispering. Slowly, I made my way through the crowd of people. My heart started beating so rapidly, I was sure the people around me could hear it. With sweaty palms and dry throat, I finally find myself in the centre of the crowd.

I stop breathing for a moment, knowing full aware what or rather who lies in the centre. In the centre of the crowd, there is something hidden behind a white blanket, laying flat on the floor. Swallowing the lump that has formed in my throat, I shakily move closer to it.

As I step closer, the blanket that once was white starts to turn red. The red staining the once white blanket. My vision starts to get blurred suddenly. I try to wipe whatever is causing my vision to blur, but the moment I raise my hand, my whole body stills.

My palm was coated in a red liquid. I shake my head to stop the hallucination, but the liquid stays on. I see the now red blanket and find a stream of red liquid flowing towards me. With heavy breathes, I look around to see everyone staring at me, at my hands.

Slowly I bend down towards the now red blanket. My fingers never stop shaking as a numbing sensation starts to spread in my body. Before I could remove the blanket, a gust of wind blows it away, revealing a set of lifeless eyes as the skull continues to bleed.

I scream, I scream hard for the person to wake up, I scream for people to help the person, I scream for the blood to stop. Somewhere between my screaming and sobbing, my vision starts to get blurred as voices infiltrate my ears.

"They were always together. How could she let this happen to her friend?"

"Don't talk to her. Who knows what happened?"

"That's what happens when you give too much freedom to children."

"No, no. It was that dead person's fault--"

"STOP!! STOP!!" I screamed, sobbed at the voices to stop.

"Please don't blame that person..." I beg to the voices as I find myself burying my head in my knees.

"How could she let that happen?"

"They were supposed to be friends."

"Too much freedom to children."

"Whose fault is it?"

The voices never stopped, just like my tears they refused to leave me. My pleas, my cries fell to deaf ears. The world slowly began to spin, I tried to focus. As my eyes found the once full of life eyes that now lay dead, unblinkingly staring into space, my eyes start to close onto their own accord.

A strong bell like sound echoes in my ear, temporarily rendering me deaf, before I hear those hauntingly true words for the last time.

"They were supposed to be friends. They were supposed to protect each other."

I wake up screaming and gasping for air. I look around, slowly intaking my surroundings. I was at Alexia's house in a guest room. I mentally count from one to twenty, trying to even out my breathing and slow down my hammering heart with each count. As I push all the dark thoughts back into the deepest corner of my mind, I close my eyes, focusing only on the number count and nothing else.

After doing this for ten minutes, I finally find the energy to get up. Even though my breathing seems to have evened out, my body continues to tremble. Slowly, I walk into the bathroom. Opening the faucet, I continuously splash water on my face, trying to physically calm down my nerves, my thoughts.

As I dry my face using the towel, I step back into my room. I look at the wall clock that shows quarter to four. I breathe a sigh of relief knowing that Al and everyone else would probably be still sleeping.

We arrived back from New York around twelve in the afternoon. We were so tired that we just gobbled down food and had straight away went to bed. I don't think anyone would have woken up at this time.

Quickly changing from my sweaty clothes to a pair of black leggings and black top that has "COFFEE FIRST" boldly printed in white with a cup of coffee printed below it. I simply throw my hair into a messy bun, before grabbing my slingbag, containing my phone, some cash, earphones, packet of Oreos along with Oreo's oreo flavoured dog treats.

Yes, I carry dog treats with myself, in case I see my Oreo buddy.

It's not weird. Get over yourself people!

Putting on my favourite black and white Adidas sneakers, I hurriedly exit the Lancaster Mansion. A walk is what I need the most right now. Obviously I'll be grabbing a cup of coffee right after this walk, that goes without saying. But, my priority is my walk right now.

Walks have always helped my clear my thoughts, tame down my wild thoughts and most importantly push my awakened thoughts back to where they came from.

Sighing, I enter the local park. I quickly find myself running around the park, loving the feel of adrenaline as I push my body to run faster. I momentarily lose myself in this run. I try to forget everything, just enjoying the nature and the few seconds of peace before the reality would once again come back crashing down, everytime breaking me harder than before.
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Hey Fellas!

So, I know this was a bit tensed chapter. But, what do you think of Jazz? She seems to have her own past, secrets? Any guesses based on the nightmare?

Also a shout-out to HKSummerville for her helpful advice and lovely support!

Thank you to all my readers for your support.❤️❤️

Till the next update, keep shining ;)

- Love Addy :)