Ringing filled my ears and my breath came out in short gasps. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't be. Just a moment ago, I had been sitting with my father discussing my birthday.
The sound of ambulances cut through my thoughts and my head began to throb. I touched the back with my fingers and pulled away to see that blood covered them thickly. It's said that the worst thing you can do when in a car accident is to panic…that flew out of my head right then and there.
What had I done? I cast my eyes to my father. His lips were blue and his body was covered with a thin layer of frost. Crimson liquid oozed from his mouth and his eyes were open. Frozen open; staring up at me with an accusing gawk.
A whimper escaped my lips and more tears cascaded down my cheeks. The bittersweet taste of salt was comforting in a strange way. Before my grandmother had died, she had said that tears have different tastes for different emotions. The day of her funeral, when I was crying, my tears had tasted like sadness. But now, they were foul and tasted like guilt. I looked back at my father.
Guilt. Guilt. Guilt. All of this was my fault.
I heard a sound to my right. "Hello! Please answer me if you can!"
I sighed in relief. The ambulance was finally here and I could hear police cars and several people talking.
Our car had twisted and fell on its left side: the driver's side, but I was still confused as to where up and down were. I opened my mouth to speak.
"Persephone, are you okay?" My mother's voiced call out. "William? Please answer me!"
I couldn't speak, so I began to move around so that maybe they would hear me. Pain shot through my body and my head began to throb agonizingly. My seat belt crushed my ribs so I unbuckled it. I fell and landed on something. Looking up, a loud scream built up in my throat. My father was staring at me and he was smirking.
He was smirking.
"Don't worry Persephone," he whispered. "I'll be back. You're destined for things."
I trembled uncontrollably, "Dad, are you okay? What are you talking about? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. The ambulance is here though: we're going to be okay."
"Don't worry. The prophecy is already coming true…grasp where you were made for Persephone."
I began to cry, this wasn't making any sense to me. "What are you talking about? What prophecy?"
"The one and only of course." He chuckled. "The prophecy is already beginning to unfold. I'm going to die. You killed me. And just like you killed me, you will kill everyone that you love. Everyone that has and will ever mean anything to you will be killed. By you."
I sat up in bed. Beads of sweat dappled my temples and I was shivering. The dream had felt so real, but the night of the crash, that had never happened. My dad had never talked to me about a prophecy. When I had unbuckled my seat and fell onto him, I had looked up and he was staring at me. But not once did he talk to me about a prophecy because he was dead. Shaking my head, I looked around my new room.
The strange shadows that lay in the corners gave me the creeps, but just after a nightmare like that; I suppose everything would seem menacing afterwards.
Matt had seen (or probably just read my mind) that I was tired and nervous about meeting everyone, so he sent me up to my room to get some sleep. I really appreciated it because although I wanted to meet everyone, I knew I wasn't good with people. I hadn't seen anyone on my way up, so I guessed that maybe they were outside or just in their rooms.
The dream had shaken me, but I pushed the disturbing thoughts to the back of my mind and left my room. On the second floor there were so many doors that I was tempted to open one. But they were all shut and I had a feeling that they were to be left that way. I went down another flight of stairs and on the first floor, there were two hall ways. One hall went to my left and the other to my right. The front door was in front of me, leading to the front yard.
Right or left? I flipped a coin. Definitely left. I made my way down the hallway. The house was really nice. It was a yellow Victorian and antique furniture adorned the rooms. Plus, Matt had told me that they owned 100 yards of land- as big as a football field!
At the end of the hallway was a door and I could hear silverware clinking with plates. As I entered the room, I became very conscience of my appearance. I hadn't bothered to look at my hair, but it was probably frizzy and my clothes were most likely wrinkled. The eyeliner and mascara that I was wearing was most certainly smudged and I wouldn't be surprised if there dark circles under my eyes as well.
I gulped. "Hey," I said shakily. Thankfully, Matt came over and led me to a seat next to him as everybody stared at me.
"Everybody," Matt's voice rung clearly, "This is Persephone."
They all murmured greetings. Then, a beautiful woman at the head of the table, began to speak, "It's good to have you here. Welcome to the Ambrosi Aletia Institution for specially gifted humans. I founded the Institution and am one of your headmasters. My name is Ms. Kelen. It's nice to meet you. I hope that you enjoy your stay here. I will give you all of the information you need later on, after dinner."
Smiling politely, I nodded and looked around the table.
"I am," a handsome man said at the other end of the table, "Mr. Alexander. I am the other headmaster. Pleased to meet you." He smiled at me and I smiled back.
"Now everyone, introduce yourselves," Mr. Alexander instructed.
Matt was sitting to the right of Ms. Kelen and I was sitting between Matt and a girl who had white hair (I'm so not kidding. It was pretty though) and, who oddly, had sun glasses on.
"My name is Tina and I am 15 years of age."
The introductions continued. A girl with shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes, who was sitting to the left of Ms. Kelen, spoke up next, "I am Justine and I am 23."
Next, sitting to the right of Justine, was a little boy with light blue eyes and blonde hair. But he didn't say anything and instead Matt spoke up, "This is Chris and he is nine." Without so as a word, the little boy stared at me in terror as if he were afraid I would hurt him. I looked at Matt, but he wouldn't answer the question that was zooming around in my head. What had happened to him?
To the right of Chris was a man who he had a hoodie on and was staring intently at his food.
When he began to speak, my skin burned in such a way that it was almost nice, my stomach did flip flops, my hands shook, and peculiarly, my back began to ache badly.
"Names' Jason. Don't call me anything other than that. And I'm 20 years old."
Well, I didn't know what else I would call him other then his name, but I wondered why he kept his hoodie on. After all the introductions were done, Matt turned to me and asked me if I would like a tour of the place. I nodded excitedly and we made our way into the hall.
"So where do you want to start?"
It didn't take me long to decide. On my way inside the house earlier, I had noticed that the house was surrounded by woods and was deep into a forest.
"I thought you'd say that."
When I first saw her, her beauty took my breath away. Red flowing hair and sapphire eyes.
But then, I felt pity.
Because she doesn't know the hell that's coming.
Hey, it's Sapphire! I have finally updated. I didn't really check this one very well, so if you see any grammer mistakes or anything, please let me know. I hope that you guys liked this chapter and I know that this story is moving very slowly, but things will speed up!
Thanks for being so patient,