Chapter 4

They managed to return in time to the next class, History with Ms. James.

Peter thought it was possibly more soothing for Micah, who was still shaking in fear.

Entering in front of a wooden door, they were welcomed into a big window with a large curtain, and students sitting at their desks.

Peter and Micah did the same, but it felt more eerie than usual.

Ms. James, from writing her name on the board, turned around quickly, almost startling Peter.

"Hello students," she introduced with a warm voice.

"Hello, Ms. James," the children responded in unison despondently.

She gave a slight chuckle as if it was funny, then returned, "You don't need to do so. Just open your books."

The flipping of books was almost disturbing to Peter, when he looked at Micah.

Micah tried to seem fine, but the twitching of his fingers were sputtering.

Soon after, the class ended, and it was only a matter of time before chemistry, which was only in high school but was focused even on the thirteen-year olds.

As Peter and Micah got out of the class, he asked, "What was with you in that class?"

"The visions—they kept showing up randomly."

Peter was almost disgusted by all these things he keeps seeing.

"Well, how about you see the nurse?" he suggested.

Micah seemed quiet, then blinked in thought. "That's it!"

"What."

"The nurse—she might be the one that may know about all these things I'm having."

Peter was quite supportive of the idea, but then turned reluctant.

He would be accused of telling him about the thing she put in him.

But what did she put in him?

Peter was now more hesitant than ever, not knowing many fates.

Micah already sped to the nurse's office.

The only thing to do was follow him.

He attended behind his friend, going through the field and to the stairs.

He saw this place an hour and thirty minutes ago, so it might be more convenient than thought.

He soon saw Micah knocking on the door, screaming "nurse."

The nurse opened the door slowly, getting startled.

"Oh, you guys," she said, turning over to Peter.

He could tell she was very nervous.

Micah entered the room, quickly setting himself on the bed.

"I've been having some problems, nurse," he said softly. "I've been having visions and scary things since that past hour, I need help."

"Well, I don't know how to help you," the nurse replied.

"It's probably your medicine, and you're just fearful." Micah sighed, looking at the picture. The picture showed Mrs. Jist and the nurse sharing a big "welcome" board.

"How long till the next class starts?" he asked the nurse. The nurse stopped fidgeting, and replied, "About ten minutes."

"Okay," Micah said, sighing.

Peter was almost in tears, seeing the sadness and pain in Micah's face.

"Well, isn't there anything you can do?" he asked sympathetically.

Without a response, the nurse seemed to stare at the table, thinking but not speaking.

"No," she finally responded, shattering Peter's hope.

She finally turned the bed to the wall. She put the porch down, so that Micah could walk out. "Sorry, but I think it'll get better," she said, as Micah was walking out with Peter.

Peter watches the door slowly close on him and Micah.

"Well—uh sorry—"

"No, no—it's alright."

Slowly, Micah—regretfully—collapsed down to the ground.

Peter, in sympathy, decided to go down with him too. "What if these visions aren't because of the nurse, what if they just came naturally?"

"What do you mean, come naturally?" Micah rasped fiercely.

After a moment, Peter quickly answered, "Because, there's no way that this is because of the nurse."

"I never said it was because of the nurse," Micah said, slowly turning to Peter.

He quickly gulped hysterically.

"You know something," he said, getting closer to Peter. "Tell me!"

"Tell you what?"

"What happened to me!"

Micah suddenly stopped, breathing heavily as he suddenly realized.

"I'm going crazy."

"What makes you think that?"

Peter wasn't returned with an answer, and was disturbed due to the bell. "We got to go," Peter added. "We can't be late for our class." Micah was still not answering, in fact he seemed more frozen than before.

Peter was starting to get worried, with his heart pounding relentlessly.

He waited for a minute, then gave a little tap on his shoulder.

"Micah?"

In a hasty fashion, he shoved him, finally awakening him.

"What happened?" Micah asked, looking around.

Peter sighed.

"You were frozen, for about a minute."

"It's those dreams."

"Yes, I'm quite aware about that," Peter muttered vexedly. "We need to hurry up and get to class, okay?"

Micah nodded slowly, then got up onto his feet.

Peter did the same, sighing in relief as they headed out of the nurse's office. When they were on the field, Micah started examining the field as if something was happening.

His eyes started to become blurry, and he felt like he was disintegrating.

Then, he swiftly looked to the side—seeing something that was almost unimaginable.

A certain mist, of ghostly swordsmen, rushing towards the middle.

Quickly turning to the side, were almost the same—but they wore black armor and had a dark atmosphere around them.

Unexpectedly, his body stiffly moved left and right, letting shrill screams unnaturally.

He finally let down his knees, clutching his chest in pain.

Barely, he could look up, as the pain kept bringing his head down.

He suddenly felt his eyes shut, and darkness was the only thing he could see.