Becoming Reality

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Naomi Hood is the typical 15 year old girl. Except she goes to a posh boarding school... and she has two boys as best friends...oh and I almost forgot to mention the fact that she has a recurring nightmare that leaves a strange feeling in her stomach...so yeah, not really all that typical. What might happen when her nightmare becomes a reality?

Submitted: July 22, 2012

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‘When your darkest nightmares become reality…’
 
She didn’t know where she was or what had happened, all she knew was that she was losing blood, fast. She could see the scarlet liquid seeping through her originally white blouse, staining it crimson red. Every slow painful shuffle she made she felt her own blood dripping onto her feet that passed over the chilled stone floor. She stumbled and reached out for a wall. She felt her hands run over the familiar surface, only she didn’t know why she recognised it, or where she recognised it from, but she definitely knew it from somewhere. The pain became too much to bear, her tired legs collapsed from under her and with one last scream of agony she slumped to the floor engulfed in a cold, empty darkness.
 
Naomi Hood awoke in a cold sweat. That nightmare had been recurring, at least once a week since her fifteenth birthday in March. For some reason to Naomi it didn’t feel like your normal nightmare. She pushed that thought out of her head, ran her hands through her lengthy hair and lifted herself out of bed.
 
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Naomi waved goodbye to her family as she boarded the train which would take her to her fifth year of Saint Peters Boarding School. She was dressed in her school uniform which consisted of a white blouse with the school emblem embroidered onto it, tucked into a high waist skirt that was slightly shorter than regulation length. Her blazer was black with bright royal blue lining and a Sapphire badge with the letter S in the centre on her left lapel. She also wore knee high black socks and the finishing touch was a black and blue striped tie that hung around her neck. She skipped down the hall with her fifteen year old cousin, Matthew and her twelve year old brother, Hugo to find their regular compartment.
 
Matt had mousey brown hair in a shaggy style and a very strong jawbone. His hazel eyes glistened in the light. He was around the same height as Naomi as he had not hit the full extension of his growth spurt yet but that didn’t make him any less of a ladies man, and he knew this. He wasn’t the smartest of boys, but he wasn’t a completely empty nutshell either.
 
"Cameron!" Matthew yelled. "Cam, wait up!" He shouted once more catching up with the taller boy in front leaving Hugo and Naomi trailing behind. Cameron was the final piece of the trio. He met Matthew and Naomi on the train ride to their first year at the school. He was already taller than his mother at the age of fifteen, which means he had about six inches on both of his best friends. His once dirty blonde hair had become unruly and messy. His silver eyes shined like a sparkly necklace he had once bought Naomi on her birthday. He had gained muscle as well, probably from the school’s rugby team. 
 
One of Naomi’s closest friends besides Matthew and Cameron was one of her roommates Marissa White. Mary was a humorous girl with dark brown, almost black hair, olive skin and green eyes.
 
Laura was Matthew’s younger sister, and also Naomi’s cousin. She was now starting her third year at St. Peters, Hugo, his second. Mary was sat next to Matt and Laura which left the only seat left for Naomi and Hugo was beside Cameron. She sat down and passed a genuine smile around the enclosed room. Everyone became engrossed in a deep conversation.
 
Naomi stood out from a crowd even though she didn’t want to. Her layered, brunette hair fell down to just above her waist in loose ringlets. It was partially clipped back in all sorts of artistic ways and it shone as if it begged people to stroke it. Her flawless complexion had numerous freckles dotted around her face which made her strong cheek bones stick out even more. Her slim waist was accentuated by the slight curves that had appeared over the summer and her sapphire blue eyes sparkled like a million tiny diamonds that glinted in the sun. Yes, Naomi Hood was in fact a human masterpiece.
 
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After the long train journey everyone made their way into the gigantic assembly hall. Naomi enjoyed seeing the looks of absolute awe on the first years’ faces as they came into contact with the huge school. St Peters had 5 floors in total as it was originally an old stately home. It had plenty of secret passage ways that Naomi, Cameron and Matthew had explored over the years. They were the sort of students that did their best work during the night. Every now and then they would wonder aimlessly around the empty corridors, attempting to out wit the caretaker Victor Glum. Which in all honesty, wasn’t difficult. There were four houses, they were named after famous explorers. The houses were; Shackleton, Columbus, Livingstone and Scott. Naomi, Matt and Cam were proud members of Shakleton which was the reason for the blue in their uniform.
 
They made their way to the Shackleton dorms in the old servants’ quarters in the attic. There was a large lounge that joined the boys’ dorms and the girls’ dorms together. It had one large television which was watched every evening when everyone had decided on a film to watch. There were often arguments over who got to control the Shackleton remote. In the end everyone reluctantly came to an agreement. The lounge itself was a vast space, filled with comfortable sofas and chairs. Bookcases lined the navy walls. Every house lounge had a huge painting of the school founder, Saint Peter and their house’s namesake. A substantial azure rug covered the majority of the hard wood floor. After all the first years had been shown to their rooms, every member of the house relaxed to watch a film they all agreed on, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
 
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Naomi made her way to the library and took a seat at the table that Cameron usually shared with her when they studied together. Naomi couldn’t help but think over her dream again. What did it mean? The first one was on the night of her birthday. It had happened when Naomi had just gotten in from her night out with Cameron, Matthew and Marissa, when she conked out on the sofa at home. That night it terrified her. When she awoke she couldn’t help but think it was from the alcohol she had consumed the night before. When it recurred week after week she started fearing for her sanity. Or the lack of it for that matter. She would wake up screaming sometimes, sweat dipping off her forehead. She would convince her roommates that is was just a nightmare. Or was she just trying to convince herself?
 
Naomi didn’t realise that Cam had walked in the door until someone covered her eyes. She let out a squeal of surprise and spun around quickly. Her sapphire eyes met with his warm, silver ones. How could eyes the colour of silver, a cold metal, be so warm and inviting? His hair was more unruly than ever, as if he had been running his hands through his hair constantly all day. 
 
They ended up chatting about pointless things instead of studying. Naomi fiddled her long hair that had become increasingly wild as the day went on, into a messy, thick plait that fell to just above her waist.
 
Naomi and Cameron had lost track of time, by a wide margin. They had two minutes to get to the Shackleton lounge before curfew. Naomi was sure they would be spotted by Glum, the caretaker. He had a horrid personality and would report anybody that wasn’t where they should be to a teacher. They ran the entire distance from the library to the lounge. They both rammed into the door after running up all the stairs that led to the attic. They squeezed through the small gap at the exact same time and both rebounded at first until Cam let Naomi go through first. They entered the full lounge panting and breaking into a sweat. As they slumped into the nearest chair next to each other, they attempted to catch their long lost breath. All of the strange looks given to them were by the new first years that weren’t yet used to their antics
 
“Whoa, what happened to you guys?” James, Matthew’s older brother, exclaimed with a small smile growing on his face.
 
“Lost track-” 
“Two minutes-” 
“Glum-” 
“Detention-” They stuttered as they finished sentences started by the other. A few minutes went by that were filled with the noise of the exasperated Naomi and Cameron as they attempted to calm their breathing rate, and tonight’s film which happened to be Hot Fuzz.
 
“I’m going to go to bed, hopefully I’ll be alive tomorrow.” Naomi said although she hadn’t yet made any movement that would remove her from practically sitting on Cameron.
 
“Me too.” He stated after a few seconds, as if he were lingering in the moment. They both moved to get up and retreated to their respective rooms. 
 
They said good night to everyone and went straight to bed.
 
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Naomi had the dream again. Not just any dream, the dream. The one that scared the daylights out of her. The one she was terrified to tell anyone about in case they thought she was insane. The one that was tearing her up inside. The one that made her alone.
 
“Oi Naomi!” Matt yelled from across the lounge, breaking her out of her daydream.
 
Naomi snapped her head up, “Jesus Christ Matt!” She all but shouted to her favourite cousin.
 
“Sorry, sorry.” He said with a chuckle. “You ready for breakfast?”
 
“Yeah, just give me a second.” She replied with a smile, rising from her seat and running upstairs quickly to place her book on her bedside table. She skipped back down towards her two best friends.
 
“Ready!” Naomi exclaimed with a little jump at the bottom of the stairs.
 
The three teenagers wandered to the dining hall, never falling into an uncomfortable silence. Despite them all being very close to Marissa they were still closer to each other. They were the original three, Mary only joined them around the beginning of third year, and even that, was mainly because Naomi couldn’t deal with the growing amount of testosterone in the group. They were often referred to as the three musketeers by students and teachers alike. 
 
As they were going through the history corridor Naomi’s hand brushed against the wall. A tingling sensation ran up her arm, her breath hitched in her throat which caused her to halt to a stop, much to the confusion of Cameron and Matthew. She glanced down at her hand and back at the wall. She pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. She wasn’t. She reluctantly shook it off and continued on her way to breakfast, the feeling still fresh in her mind.
 
The day went by pretty quickly and they all returned to the lounge looking forward to tonight’s film. When everyone was finally settled Naomi realised she had left her glasses, that she needed to wear to watch television, in her history class. 
 
She ran out of the lounge and down what felt like never ending staircases until she reached the history corridor. She was still trying to avoid Glum when she heard footsteps behind her. Fearing a detention, she ran to the nearest classroom and hid behind the door. She peered through the window and what she saw shocked her. A tall dark figure that looked far too tall and broad to be Glum. She was about reveal herself to the masked man when something caught her eye. In his left hand he held a blade that glinted in the dim light. She was so transfixed on the shiny object that she forgot that she was supposed to be concealing herself. He turned his head so he looked straight at her. She gasped and sunk down so her back was against the door. She could feel her heart rate quickening. She slowly slid back up and peered out of the small window. His face was now a mere five centimetres away from the glass. She let out a scream and scrambled herself backwards away from the towering man. The door then swung open and she cursed herself for leaving her phone in the Shackleton lounge. The gloomy figure moved closer to Naomi, the tip of the blade pointed towards her. She pushed herself up off the floor and against the wall. She had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. She was truly alone for the first time in all her time at St Peters. She had never been more afraid.
 
“You shouldn’t wonder alone in the corridors at night beautiful.” Said the figure in a dark husky voice.
 
“Don’t call me beautiful.” Naomi said looking at the ground, sounding more confident than she actually was. 
 
The man started to laugh. “You think I care what you say?” He replied. The smirk now wiped off his face.
 
The man lunged forward sending the blade into her abdomen. Naomi had never felt pain like this before, not even in her worst nightmare. It was just as painful, if not more so, when he removed the sharp object that had impaled her. He raised his arms above her, now holding the weapon with both hands. Naomi braced herself for impact. He was about to bring the knife into contact with her again when he heard footsteps. The figure turned his head quick enough to obtain whiplash before running out of the classroom without another word to Naomi.
 
Naomi gradually clambered up, but not with out a struggle. She made her way into the history corridor once more. She could see the scarlet liquid seeping through her originally white blouse, staining it crimson red. Every slow painful shuffle she made she felt her own blood dripping onto her feet that passed over the chilled stone floor. She stumbled and reached out for a wall. She felt her hands run over the familiar surface, only she now knew where she recognised it from. This was her dream. Her darkest nightmare had finally become a reality. She heard a voice she would remember from anywhere, Cam’s voice. The pain became too much to bear, her tired legs collapsed from under her and with one last scream of agony she slumped to the floor engulfed in a cold, empty darkness. Only this time, she knew she wasn’t alone. He was with her, and he would make sure she’d make it out alive.
 


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