The arrival
NOW
This pain is unbearable. I feel it deep in my bones waiting for me to give up…………I scream “WHAT DID YOU MAKE ME DO!”
BEFORE
“Morgan wakeup……. come on!” she says as she jumps on my bed startling me awake. “ WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET OUT!” I scream in her face as she runs out crying. She is going to tell mum I bet. And what do you know she has come back in with, oh what a surprise, mum. “That is no way to speak to your sister young lady” she says grabbing me by the wrist. “Up now” she yanks my arm up just enough to raise me of the floor. “You’re so pathetic I can’t believe we call you are daughter your just…” she huffs. “you’re going to Cassian training school I have had it with you and your stupid mouth saying things you know nothing of” she says already pulling a suitcase out of my wooden wardrobe. “Excuse me what…. what has this Cassian training school got anything to do with how I speak to my family” I say standing up a feeling of rage surging through my bones. “Oh well dear that’s not the point; you have to fulfil the prophecy …… but you don’t know what that is” she says stacking the very bare minimum of what I own in the suitcase.
I feel overwhelmed, what prophecy, what am I meant to fulfil, I am 15 is she out of her god damn mind or maybe I’m just going insane people have said that before that I’m slowly going insane, but I’ve never believed them…. “Am I out of my mind or am I slowly going insane, I can’t choose” I say feeling a bit wobbly. Right now, I feel like I’m flying a bit to close to the truth will I melt my wings like Icarus or sore through the sky at this point I don’t know. I feel someone grab my wrist, but I’m not quick enough to look before I black out falling hard on the floor.
I might be imagining something, but I hear a faint whisper of voices, there near me but not nearly as close that I would be able to hear them, smart I suppose. I feel a cold prickling feeling up my spine someone’s touching me gently on my back. The figure whispers something in my ear its hard to make out but I can hear it slightly “You will like it with me I promise” the figure says before I black out completely.
I hear faint muffled sounds. I don’t like the ringing in my ears or the pounding in my head or the smell of fresh blood. I try blink a couple of times to regain my eyesight. I do. I’m staring at a completely white ceiling, its almost blinding how white it is. I sit up but find myself pulling the pure linen bed sheets over my now naked body. Who the hell took of my clothes and if by magic someone appears by the side of the bed.
“What is this place, where are my clothes, who are you?” I say trying to sound less frightened by his sudden presence. He has golden hair and sun kissed skin and green emerald eyes. He’s wearing a black suit that fits the curves of his body perfectly, he reminds me of a boy ,I knew a long time ago but I can’t really think how I know him or even if I knew him at all, before my fantasy can sweep me away he speaks in a deep alto voice “ good morning morgan” I think of running when I remind myself I am naked. “You never answered my questions” I say more sternly than I mean too. “When they said you were feisty, I didn’t realize you were pretty as well” he says smirking. “How flattering” I say sarcastically. “Your funny, you will like it here” he says as I suddenly say “So it was you who whispered in my ear” I say hurling the exclamation at him. “Clever too……anyway here are some clothes and this place is called Cassian training school just to answer your questions from earlier” he says as he hands me a bundle of clothes.
“My mum told me about this place……” I add before I looked around to find somewhere to change. “She would have I suppose, you can change over there just to let you know” he reply’s pointing to a small door to the far right of me. “Thanks, I guess” I say before pulling the duvet cover around me and legging it to the small door. It has a white almost plastic frame and a beautiful, textured wooden door…….it looks expensive. I twist the cold metal door handle and go inside the room, its small and pure white just like the larger room I woke up in. This must be the hospital wing here at Cassian training school because I seem to be in a broom closet.
I drop the duvet on the floor and notice there is a small mirror in the corner of the room. I cannot remember the last time I looked in a mirror, when I was growing up, we only had the bare minimum unlike are parents who had everything they wanted and the money to buy it. I walk over to the mirror; I am bewildered when I see a beautiful young woman stare back at me. I have puffy brunette curls down to my stomach and beautiful forest green eyes, an average body not to thin not to thick. I am how I pictured myself.
I go over and pick up the clothes I left on the floor by the door, there is a thin black top and hoodie with a pair of leather trousers and a pale pink bra and pants, perfect. I put on the clothes and walk out the tiny door, which is when I see him, gold locks covering his face, a more mature look on him. He is wearing a crème-coloured suit with a gold tie. “Hello morgan” the man announced as I backed towards the door. “We have been expecting you.”
