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battle to save the world.
                  Without warning, her hands were pushed up and locked in position near the centre of his chest. She couldn’t move them. She pushed and pulled with all the strength she could muster but they wouldn't move. Her skin tingled increasing in temperature until it burned. She bit down on her lip, instantly tasting warm copper pennies.  The pain grew, the intensity of it ripping the breath right out of her lungs. Then as suddenly as it had started, the wind stopped and the pain vanished.
                  Her hand remained between them steady and strong. She could hear nothing but their breathing, her short gasps, his steady breaths. His eyes, caramel infused with chocolate, sparkled. His smile, slow and so self assured returned.
    Something blasted from deep within her.
    Screaming erupted.
                  Confusion blocked her senses as she focused on the scene in front of her. She couldn’t understand this. The boy who had been stood at her toes only seconds earlier, now lay crumpled on the floor some distance away from her. Before she was able to process any of this, her body decided it was going to have a meltdown. It shook uncontrollably as her teeth smashed together. Was he dead?
    “Jack, are you all right? Jack!” the boy screamed.
    She shook her head trying to clear away some of the cobwebs. She blinked rapidly trying to push the tears away. Huge dew drops plopped down her cheeks and slid over her lips leaving a salty trail. Dazed but able to think about her own safety, she willed her legs to move but they remained tree trunks cemented in the road. She felt the need to run far away from here and never come back. Her left leg moved, then her right.
    God, what had she done?
    She choked on a sob as she ran, the wind appeared to gently wipe away the drops that were rolling down her cheeks.
                  She stumbled in to the house not caring if the door handle put a great big hole in the wall. She couldn't breathe. Her lungs jerked grasping at oxygen, her legs fell from underneath her forcing a desperate cry out of her mouth as she hit the floor with a heavy thump. She dragged her dead body to the kitchen.
                  She made it to the fridge and leaned against it for support, any movement made her head somersault as new waves of dizziness hit her. Taking a deep breath, though the lump in her throat was restrictive and her lungs were on fire, she stood. Her legs felt like jelly, the bones no more useful than water. Pulling the door open required strength she didn’t have but she managed it only falling to the floor once the door was open. She grabbed the nearest thing to her outstretched hand and unscrewed the cap, guzzling long drags. Sighing as the bubbles popped in her mouth, she took a few longer drags to make sure her tongue had unlatched itself from the roof of her mouth. Taking a deep breath, she shut the fridge door and crawled towards the table.
                  As soon as her hands reached the flat solid wood she pulled herself up and immediately regretted it. Bending her head to try and stop the onslaught of sick, she inhaled much needed air. Moving as quickly as her body would allow, she pushed her head over the kitchen sink.
    She was going to die.
    She was seventeen years old, she didn't want to die now and especially not like this.  She tasted acid a second before sick burst uncontrollably out of her mouth, slamming her closer to the sink. The dark shadows rushed in.
     

Chapter 5
    CONFUSION
     
    Cora was stood and rather bizarrely she was surrounded by white fog. The thick heavy mass was suspended around her, draining any warmth she may have had as it clung to her body. She couldn't see, yet instinctively she knew someone was following her. It was one of those minuscule hairs on the back of your neck moments. She felt the first flutters of panic begin in her chest and then decided this was