part seven- the shadow

Mathew treaded deeper, circling around the bank of the lake when he suddenly felt a tug. He whipped head to the side, and there he heard it agian. It was the cry of a crow overshadowed with the crushing sound of an ocean. He turned and stepped into the lake. The water was ice-cold. Sinking slowly into the water he closed his eyes, and the smell was unbearable. He closed his eyes tighter, clenching his hands. It was flooding his brain and melting on his tongue. It overflowed him. And there it was agian, that tug pulling at him. Pulling and pulling at him- before he shot his eyes open agian and the world shifted around him.

He wasn’t in the lake anymore. He was in a city. Thousand of fluorescent lights burned around him. And he noticed the sky was emerald green agian, a hot rich green running through the centre but unlike before there were drops of blue spreading into the green.

He was sure now this had to be a dream. But at the back of his mind, he couldn’t shake off that odd feeling. He could still hear the raw and desperation in her voice as his mother’s words repeated in his mind. “It isn’t what you think—”

“It’s true. ” He jumped at the deep voice. There was a shadow perched on a rooftop. “It’s not a dream, it’s a nightmare, ”

He couldn’t see their face, but he could feel they were smirking. “Wh–”

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