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Chapter 1: Death

Screeches. Honks. Every noise possible by cars that are about to collide, but I heard none of them, the pressure through the other car had come suddenly, blocking out any sounds that I might have heard other then the things I could already till. It crashed against my side of the car and I saw nothing more the bright lights that flashed in my eyes. I heard nothing more then my mother screaming from the front seat. I smelled nothing more then the horrible reek of blood, more like my blood. I felt nothing more then the pointed glass of the window digging deeply into my skin, it even felt like they could be touching my bones. And finally, I only tasted one thing, and that was the blood I smelled. It was not only on me, but within me. It felt like my whole mouth was starting to bleed like it had after losing a tooth, but only with a small differences, it was the total of blood that would be coming out through my gums if five of my teeth had been pulled out by the impact that had caused all this, the horrible crash I would remember for the rest of my life, if I lived through it all. All of a sudden, everything turned black and I fell unconscious, no longer able to know what was going on with me, and what exactly was going to happen to me…

Suddenly, I became to come back, as if my soul had been healed from the pain that had been caused, but I still ached throughout my body. I could not feel my leg or my arm, but I could feel blood. I heard voices now, but it took a moment for the words they were saying to flow smoothly into my head so my brain could once again process it all, “Will she be ok Doctor? She will be ok, right?” “I don’t know; she is in critical condition. We already had to amputate her leg and arm, and we might have to do the other ones if she does-” “She’s awake!”
That was what I heard. I was in critical condition? There was a difference in critical and serious; serious meant that the person would most likely recover, but critical was…not. I could feel a tear start to fall from my eye, but when I tried to move my left arm to wipe it away, it would not reach. I could not move my fingers. I could not move my toes on my right leg either. I couldn’t help it, but I went unconscious once again, this time with the feeling that I might not ever see the light of day again, that I might not get to see my friends again and that I might…not get to see my family again. The last thing I remember seeing as my eyes closed was the scared look of my big brothers face, looking worried, but I knew that that was only my imagination…

I was not sure what was going on, I was now looking out from a tree; I was seating on my favorite branch for I had climbed this tree many times in my 13 years as a person. Below, I saw my mother. She had a very sad and disturbing look on her face, and I remembered about the crash. I jumped down from the tree and the jump should have sent a ripple of pain up my spine, but it did not. I realized now, I was dreaming in some sense of the word. My mother walked towards me, put her hand on my shoulders and started to cry, the tears dripping down from her eyelashes, done her face, and onto mine. I knew bad news was about to be told, coming through her mouth.
“Ashly, you’ll see the light of day again, there is no reason for you to be scared, no reason for you to be sad.” she paused. I knew she was going to say more, I knew that look in her eyes and I knew she would not be crying if it was the only thing to be told here, but I did not pressure her, just waited.
“Ashly…when you wake up, do not be alarmed to find that you are not how you were being for accident, you have changed more then will meet your eyes, but I will not be there with you, I will not be able to comfort you. Will find my body abandoned and that my spirit, is somewhere else, watching you from another angle.” Tears started to floe more smoothly and faster from her sparkly, beautiful blue eyes, eyes that seemed to reflect mine. It could not be helped for I understood what she meant, I started to cry too. “But mother! Please…don’t leave me, or at least take me with you!” I whispered, “I don’t want to be alone.”
My mother gave me a weak smile and to most, it might have looked unreal, but my mothers’ smiles always did. She whispered in my ear, “You’ll never be alone, my dear. You have your big brother, Taylor and you have your father. Plus you have your wondrous friends. Treasure what you have Ashly, for no one has such great people that care for you as you do.” She turned away, gave me one last heart filled, warm smile with a twinkle of hope in her eyes. She was clearly glad that I would survive, even though she had not. That was a mother for you. They cared for their kin, the ones they brought into this world and they would rather die before they let their children die. Everything plunged away as I fell into darkness once more, hopefully for the last time before I could stay in peaceful rest so that everyone knew that I would live.

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Located near London in England is the quaint boarding school, Maddison High. Full of bright students willing to learn, though everyone has their downfalls and times where they just wish they aren't where they are. The school has been open since 1892, hence its shabby yet exquisite appearance. Welcoming students between the ages of 12-18 and for the years 7-12. The current student body is quite large and ever growing, most are well behaved but in every batch you have a bad cookie. Those few are quite easy to pick out


Maddison High Boarding School