1 Bizarre!

I felt heavy, sticky and cold. I was scared, weak and in pain.

I heard sounds. Like someone was sleeping. It was difficult to understand where sounds are coming. Everything was pitch black.

I tried to move, but all I received was a horrible pain. I remembered how I suffered when I had a 41-degree fever.

Because of the fever, I ended up in the hospital for two months.

I remember that only mother visited me with my sisters, but it was only once. Even though I was a child, sixteen years old, but still a child.

I never liked my family, every time they talked to me or were near me they treated me like a fool. They spoke behind my back and made fun of me.

But it doesn't matter right now. I need to understand what happened to me.

I tried to move, hear and see, but nothing worked.

The only thing left, was to try recall what happened.

I remember having a regular school day. It was my last year in high school, and I was nineteen years old. I was year older because I went to school year later, thanks to my birthday month. I was never happy with that.

My life was difficult, I often starved, and because of that, I liked to go to school since food was there free. I could eat at least one time a day thanks to school on weekdays.

I even studied in school, because at home I had to listen mother screaming at me. All because I looked similar to dad.

I had three sisters, but they were stepsisters and younger than me. Unlike me, she treated them very well. They got everything they wanted: clothes, money, food, warmth, and hope.

I had nothing, I worked hard, but I was never rewarded because I wasn't talented at anything.

I didn't have grandparents, because they died when I was young, very young.

But that didn't cause my death, because I kept going on. I had the willpower, to walk my path. I never cried, but I wanted to cry.

Now thinking, the last thing I did before pitch black was: going home from school.

It was a regular day, two months before exams. I remember that I was making a plan, how to avoid mother.

When I was near the small hotel, I saw my good friend walking his dog.

I had a dog as well. I liked her, because of my loneliness. I could talk to her, even though she never replied.

She was a black, mid-sized dog, named Stella. She was my mother second husband dog. He brought her suddenly one day, to make his girls happy.

But girls never cared about her, so I could always walk, play and avoid the home with her.

Its funny for others to hear about it probably, but a dog can be the small support in life.

I tried to move one with my memories, to remember what happened.

I passed my good friend Kytt. His name was strange, but he was my one of the few friends

I greeted him, he smiled and greeted me as well.

He made my day a bit happier. I passed past the small hotel, in my memories. Past the hotel was a bus stop and bit on a roundabout for cars, with four crossings.

I remember crossing over, being almost near home. Just a few more houses and I would be at home.

I was almost near my house but still bit to walk on the walkway.

I heard car sounds, just from a sound, it was easy to understand that it moved on fast speed.

I looked behind, I was shocked, It was coming for me.

I opened my eyelids and saw my house on the right. I felt tears running across my face. But I didn't feel my body.

I heard a scream. It was my mother. But I didn't have more strength to look, my eyes closed and pitch black descended.

I arrived at a deduction that I am in the hospital.

I tried to open my eyelids. I don't know how long passed, but when I finally opened my eyes, I saw dark red stones ceiling. But suddenly I was hit by a massive headache, and I fell back into darkness.

I felt a push, from my left side. I heard a sound like someone was trying to tell me something.

I heard my name: Chris, Chris, Chris!

I looked to my left and saw a young man. He signaled for me to get down. I looked at the right side. I saw a wooden bunk bed. I was also on a bunk bed.

I pushed myself down. I feel scared because I didn't understand what's going on. I realized that on every bunk bed was four people, that's why unknown young man slept next to me.

I looked at an unknown young man, he squatted down and took out a wooden box from under a bed. He looked at me, and signaled to me, to take box as well.

When I squatted down, I felt something familiar. My hands moved and took the box, below bunk bed very naturally. I felt like I have done it many times.

I saw in the box an upper leather armor and three knives.

All knives handles were dark red, and on handler were two black winged symbols with nine wings. Same symbols were on leather armor shoulders as well.

I put hastily leather armor on my shirt. Which made me realize that we all were sleeping with clothes. And I understood where the sticky feeling came. Clothes were hard and uncomfortable from sweat.

I looked at my feet, to see what I was using as shoes, I saw boots made from leather.

I suddenly heard my name again. I saw the young man near the door. He signaled me with his hand which pointed at a corner. I saw there seven swords in the red scabbard on wooden sword holder.

I went near hastily and unconsciously took the sword. I looked at the young man near the door who signaled me to follow him. I went along.