Jean's World

• Madison Lawrence, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2018

I am not just a regular 13-year-old girl. I’m…special.
See, the reason that I am ‘special’ to others is that… I can see things. Things that everyone else can’t. But the thing is I see these things, these things that haunt me and only my close family and my best friend Amy know.
Amy actually believes me.
I woke up and I was on a cold hard floor, but I don’t remember coming here. Last night, I went to look around and all I could see was darkness. Then a big, bright light flashed, so I ran towards it and suddenly saw these giant hands coming towards me. I closed my eyes in fear, then when I opened them, I looked around and was laying in a ditch outside my home town.
The next day was quite normal. I had breakfast and went to school. At school it was still the same. I would meet Amy out the front of the school, then as soon as the bell went, we would go back to class. I would sit at the back and ignore everyone, except Amy, and Amy would sit next to me. I like sitting at the back where no one else could talk to me because, most of the time, I don’t talk.
When I came home everything was still the same. When it was time for bed, as soon as I closed my eyes, I was back there in the pitch black room with a big bright light flickering at me. I ran towards the light but this time I saw something, or someone, looking at me. I could not quite tell what it was, but it was just standing there, waiting for me. I tried to close my eyes and open them again, but it did not work. I kept trying and trying, but nothing would work. This time it was like I was stuck.
The next morning, I woke up in the same ditch as before, except this time everything was not normal. When I got home there were police everywhere and when my mum saw me, she started to cry saying “Where were you? Where have you been for the last two weeks!?”
But I did not know what she meant. Had I really been gone for two weeks?
A couple of days passed by and still nothing. The dark place never came back. A few more months, then a year went by and still I didn’t have the nightmare thing happen to me. Sometimes I still think that it might come back, but it never did.