Gone Chapters 6-10

Chapter 6
I woke up screaming. My arms flailed around as the picture of Shauna's lifeless body was flashed in front of my eyes. I stopped screaming as I realised I was safe in bed, and that Shauna was probably asleep. I got my breathing under control and threw the covers off me. I stood up and flexed my arms and my wrists. Jeese, I was stiff. I switched on the lamp that was next to my bed. I picked up my mobile phone and punched in Shauna's number. I waited as it dialed and rung. Ring ring...ring ring...ring ring...ring ring... no answer. I got her crappy answerphone.
"Oh crap." I said glumly.
I looked at my clock. Crap. Four AM. I could risk it. I had to see if Shauna was okay. Luckily she lived alone. I crept silently downstairs and slung on my coat. I shivered. It was really cold tonight. I unlocked the door and walked outside. I shivered again. I set off towards Shauna's street which was -luckily- just around the next corner. I walked quicker than I normally would've, mainly because I was cold, but partially because I was worried about Shauna. I arrived quickly and put my hand cautiously on the gate. I mentally shook myself and tried to ignore the niggling feeling of terror I was feeling. I swung the gate open and flinched. It was creaky. I hurried through the garden. Every tree and plant looked like a monster looming down to attack me. I shivered, from fear this time. I placed my hand on the handle and shoved against the door. It was open...how weird. There was a light on in the lounge and I walked in. I took in the scene, and I screamed. There was blood spatters all over the wall, staining the cream sofa. The TV was smashed in, and Shauna's mobile was lying on the sofa, beeping. In the middle of the room was the most horrific thing I had ever seen. Shauna was lying there, her neck slit from ear to ear. And lying next to her, was a long, silver, very familiar knife. I gasped. It was the knife from my dream. Ohmygod. I felt like I was going to faint. But I couldn't. I had something to do. I had to let the police know what had happened. I felt quite scared. The police? Ohmygod. I grabbed a soft, green blanket off the sofa. I shuddered. It was soaked in blood, but at least it would look okay. I dragged it over to Shauna and covered her in it. I felt tears flow down my face. I sobbed continuously as I ran out of the door.

Chapter 7

I didn't stop crying until I reached the police station. I realised I needed to pull myself together before I talked to the police. I strode semi-confidently into the station and up to the counter, where a policeman was writing something on some paper.
"Poor lad." he muttered.
I cleared my throat obviously.
"Can I help you, ma'am?" he asked.
He had dark circles under his eyes and he looked very tired.
"Yeah. Um, I want...I want..." I tried to stay before bursting into tears.
"Hey. It's okay. Just take a few deep breaths, and tell me." he said gently.
"I would like to...like to..." I stuttered.
"Breath and tell me." he said firmly.
"I would like...to report...a...a...murder." I said quietly before I burst into tears.
"Ah." he said.
"W-w-what are y-y-you going to d-do?" I asked shakily.
"Is this some kind of hoax?" he asked warily.
"No!" I cried.
"Okay, okay." he said, holding his hands up like he was surrendering.
He turned around and walked through a big door I hadn't noticed before. I heard him shout something, and I heard a fist bang on something metal.
"I don't care what you think, Harrison!" he yelled.
I stood there like a frightened little mouse. After a few more moments, he strode back in. He was acting as if all the shouting and banging back there hadn't happened.
"So, uh..." he started.
"Ashley is my name." I said, guessing what he wanted to know.
"Okay, so, um, Ashley, tell me what you saw." he said
I found it pretty easy to describe the scene, but I didn't tell them about my dream. That would just freak me out.
"Why were you up so early? And why would you go to Shauna's house?" he asked.
"I had a nightmare." I said truthfully.
That made him laugh.
"A nightmare?" he chortled
"YES" I yelled.
"Okay, okay. But why go to Shauna's?" he asked.
"I don't know, I don't know!" I said.
"Okay." he said
"Can we, um, go back there? You need to assess some stuff don't you?" I asked
"Yes. Let's go." he said
He stood up, and walked towards the door. He stopped and called for backup (I didn't know they really did that) on his little walkie talkie thingy. A tall policeman walked in from the back room. His tag said he was called Harrison.
"Let's go." Harrison said.
"Okay..." I said shakily.
And we set off walking, towards Shauna's street, towards my nightmare.

Chapter 8

That evening flew by me like a bullet. We went to Shauna's, they examined the body, declared her dead and then they drove me home in a police car, even though my house was just round the corner. I got home, staggered up to my room and fell asleep. I woke up at about lunchtime. With Carla screaming in my ear.
"What the hell were you thinking, young lady? I don't care about you stupid, little excuses! You don't ever leave this house without my permission!" she ranted.
"Oh, would you shut up?" I snapped at her.
"Don't talk back to me!" she yelled.
"I fricken will if I want to" I yelled back.
"Shut up!" she screamed.
"No!" I exploded.
She screamed and strode of my room. I could here her shouting to my dad, who had just got home, about how it was his fault I was so misbehaving. Oh, if only she knew. I strolled downstairs, fully dressed, grabbed my mobile and strode outside. I didn't realise it at the time, but I was automatically wandering towards Dan's house. I only realised when I had raised my hand to knock on the door. I shrugged and knocked anyway. When the door opened, it was Dan's mum, Elly. She had puffy eyes and her eyes were bloodshot.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"It's...Dan." she said.
My heart skipped a beat. As much as I was finally glad of the breakup, I loved him.
"W-what happened?" I asked.
"He's...gone." she said shakily, fresh tears streaming down her face.
"Where?" I asked
"I don't know. But there was a...ransom note...it was signed Le Killar." she cried.
"Le Killar?" I said?
Jeese, that was cheesy.
"Yes." she whimpered.
"I'm going to find him." I said confidently.
"How?" she sobbed.
"Through my dreams." I said.
And I turned away, and walked home...to dream.

Chapter 9

Fear...alone...darkness...bad...pain...death...hurt...scared...lost...unknown...many things battered me as I ran towards Dan in my dream. He was crying...he was sad...he was hurt...he was alone...I wanted to help him...but I didn't know how. Pain...hurting.
"Why did you leave me!" he yelled.
I tried to tell him...I didn't mean to...he left me...because I gave him advice...my voice...didn't work...what could I do...
"I'm scared..." his voice was like a ghost of what it used to be...
I had to...find him...before he died...in my dream...
I woke up. I was scared. I was alone. But I knew where to go, and what to do. And I didn't have long.
"Carla. I'm going to Glasgow. See you a week." I said
She wasn't there. I didn't care. Only my Dan...the one I loved...that was all that mattered.
I called up the train station.
"I need a ticket to Glasgow soon!" I said.
"Next Glasgow train leaves in 'bout 15 mins." he said sluggishly.
"Book me a seat! My name's Ashley!" I said before hanging up.
I ran upstairs and grabbed a suitcase. I threw a load of clothes and stuff in. I ran downstairs and grabbed two knifes from the kitchen. Small ones. I might need them. I felt confident I would find Dan. He was stood outside Martyrs' School, which we learned about in Geography class last year. He was shadowed by a man. He was the man I saw in Shauna's death dream. It was only right that I listen to my dreams again. I zipped up my case and ran out of the house, my case bouncing and tipping behind me.
It took me about five minutes to reach the station, and I was worried that I had missed the train. But no, it was in the station. I ran up to the booth where a huge man was sat picking his nose. Uh, gross.
"Hey, I'm Ashley. I called about ten minutes ago and I booked a seat. Can I have my ticket? I kinda need to go." I rushed.
"Sure, babe. Just give us a sec." he muttered.
He turned around slowly and tapped some things on the keyboard. I tapped my foot impatiently.
"Hurry up!" I hissed.
"'Kay, babe. Ya can't rush art." he said.
"And stop calling me babe!"
He continued typing until, finally, a little ticket shot out of the...ticket dispenser thingy. He reached for it and slid it under the plastic screen separating us.
"Dat ull be four quid, babe." he muttered.
I threw the cash under the screen and ran onto the station. I launched myself on the train, and looked for seat thirty seven, which was my booked one. I found it and sat down. I put my earphones in and listened to music.
We stopped at stations frequently, and I got more pissed each time. Dan was trapped. I needed to hurry! Over the course of the trip, I fell asleep several times, my dreams revolving around the passionate moments me and Dan had shared. I was at absolute bliss in my dreams.
The train pulled to a halt one time, but I couldn't be bothered waking up all the way. It was just a stop. Or I thought it was until the ticket man shook me awake.
"Last stop, ma'am. Glasgow." he said kindly.
"Oh, thanks." I said.
I ran off the train and looked for a map. I found one in the corner of the station. I needed a taxi to get there. I ran outside and waved one down. I jumped in.
"Martyrs' School please." I said
"Tis a wee bit late, lassie." he said in a Scottish accent, "Tuh be wandering around on yur own."
"I'll be fine." I said.
After a while he pulled up outside Martyrs' School.
"T'will be sixteen pund please, lassie." he said
"No problem." I said, handing over my money.
I jumped out of the taxi and he drove away. I went closer to Martyrs' School and I froze.
Dan was pinned against the wall. By a...woman. She had long, black hair and she was wearing a skin tight dress that made her curves look huge. I gasped as I realised that she was kissing him. He wasn't fighting her. My dream wasn't true. I'd been tricked. By this woman. She wanted Dan. And she'd wanted me to see. Fury raged through me. Dan had his hands all over her. Like he couldn't get enough. I felt mad. He loved me. And I loved him. And here he was, blatantly cheating on me. Kinda.
"Stop making out with my boyfriend, you bitch!" I yelled.
She turned around and I gasped. It was Carla.

Chapter 10

"Well, Ashley. Looks like you discovered my secrets." Carla hissed.
"I only see one secret here." I said, confused,"You dating and making out with my boyfriend."
She laughed. It was a harsh, evil laugh. It made me flinch.
"Yes. I have been with Dan for quite a while. He's the best I've had." she hissed.
"The best you've...no!" I yelped.
"No! Ash! You need to ge-" Dan yelled before his mouth was covered by Carla's hand. She caressed his face gently. He stiffened, then relaxed.
"No...why, Carla?" I asked.
"Because. Dan loves me and I love him. He never loved you. He was getting information for me." she said.
"No!" Dan yelled through Carla's fingers,"I would never do that, Ash!"
"Wouldn't you!?" I screamed
"Hush, you stupid little girl, there are two very hot policemen coming. Act cool, bitch." Carla hissed.
There was two policemen coming. And they were hot.
"Evnin' lassies. Wits with all tha screaming?" they taller one asked.
"She's a rapist!" Carla yelled pointing at me.
"No!" me and Dan yelled at the same time.
"She's the rapist! She abducted me!" Dan yelled, pointing at Carla. "She's her step-mum!" he yelled pointing to me.
"These bains seem tuh think that yuh are tha rapist, lassie." the other policemen said.
"No!" Carla cried.
"Yuh comin' wit us, lassie." the taller one said, moving forward.
"No!" Carla screaming, pulling a long knife out from under her dress and throwing it at the policeman.
He dropped dead to the floor. She pulled a secong knife out of her dress and launched it at the second policeman. He too, dropped dead. I ran over to them and pulled a knife out of one of their stomachs and drew it back, aiming straight into Carla's face.
I lobbed the knife, it fell short of it's target, but still got Carla. It went straight into her chest. She gasped and grabbed at the knife, trying to remove it. She gave up, swayed and collapsed. She took four rattling breaths as blood filled her lungs, and then she stopped moving all together. I noticed tears were flowing down my face, and that I was drenched in blood from the policemen. I stood up shakily and walked slowly over to Dan. He held open his arms. I let myself be engulfed in the familiar scent of him. I smiled and kissed him. I let that kiss wash away the bad memories, and let it make me happy. I picked up my bood strewn suitcase and took out my mobile.
"We're going home." I said to Dan.