Enter Dawn Part Four- Layla #enterdawn My head spins. Raven. Gone. True, he wasn't that nice. He didn't treat me very nicely, but at least he taught me some useful stuff. He's only been gone a few minutes, but it feels like ages. When I stop running, I don't know where I am. It's quite an exotic place, there are market stalls lining both sides of the streets, and the smell is gorgeous. I can smell all sorts of spices, ranging from sweet cinnamon to spicy paprika. I begin to wander the streets, entranced by this foreign culture. It's all so colourful: women are walking the streets with vibrant headscarves, stopping every now and then to hurry along a child or examine the contents of a stall. I walk over to a stall selling dream catchers made from colourful strings, feathers and beads. Careful not to break it, I pick one up. It's purple and blue, with white feathers. The man at the stall notices me looking. "You want? I give you good price." He says, a hopeful look in his eyes. Upon closer inspection, I see his eyes are sunken, and his frail fingers shaking. "It's okay. Take the money." I hand him a small wad of notes, and his face lights up with delight. "I can feed family! May Allah bless you!" He smiles, and I smile back. It was only a small amount of money to me, but to him it must have been his world. I continue to walk down the streets, and I notice my stomach begin to rumble. Damn. I need to hunt. I wander down a backstreet, and I see a girl. She's alone, and that's good. She looks older than me, but she's walking slowly, not paying attention. Maybe she grew up here, and it's her first time back. Maybe she's lived here all her #life. I shake these thoughts off, and begin to follow her.

Enter Dawn Part Two Layla Enter Dawn "Can we go yet? It's almost dark!" I beg, but Raven shakes his head. "If you don't want to get caught, then you don't go out before dark. " he says, and I fold my arms over my chest, sulking. Raven is like a brother to me, and it's always been me and him. Him and me. We work together. We look after each other. Well, he looks after me. He won't tell me exactly how old he is, but it's definitely older than a hundred. He found me when I was a newborn, blinded by my lust for blood, and taught me the ways of the vampire world. Never go out before dark, don't trust anyone, don't tell anyone, and most of all: Never. Get. Caught. "C'mon Layla," he says, a few minutes later, "let's go." "Where are we headed?" "We can hang around outside the local pub for a while, it's Saturday night so there's bound to be a few drunkards who don't know any better." "But you can taste the alcohol in their blood! It's --" "Shut up, Layla. What I say goes." Silence hangs in the air. Raven goes mad with power sometimes, you always have to watch yourself around him. Some days he's fine, others he's not. You've got to be careful: catch him on a bad day, and you'll find yourself dead. On a good day, it's only slightly better. You might get away with most of your limbs. I follow Raven to the pub. I haven't been to this one before, but Raven has. We walk through the shadows, heads down and hoods up. We go unnoticed. When we reach the pub, we don't have to wait long before a man comes out. "Don't expect to be served here again!" Someone shouts after him. He must have been kicked out. Raven nods subtly. This is the one. "Bloody bouncers." The man swears, stumbling all over the pavement. "Oi, you over there." Raven calls, and he turns to look. "There's a back way in, I can show you." "Cheers matey." The man slurs. He's obviously had one too many already, and it's not even eleven pm yet. Unsuspecting of what's in store, the man follows Raven and I around to the back of the pub, by the river. As soon as we are out of sight, Raven pounces. Within seconds the man's neck has been snapped, and Raven is fulfilling his thirst. I keep a look out for anyone coming, whilst Raven drinks the man's blood. I think I see a figure moving at the end of the alleyway, but when I turn to look, there's nothing there. Then I hear Raven cry out. There's a man, with red eyes, like us, on Raven, taking him away. "Run, Layla!" He calls, and I do. I run until I have to stop, until I am sure that no one is following me. Then it dawns on me. I can't survive alone. I won't be able to. Raven helped me, kept me alive. Without him, I am nothing. He won't be able to tech me the ways of the vampire world. I won't be able to survive. #enterdawn (A/N: yes I know it's bad but I didn't really have any inspiration! Hopefully we can make our characters meet soon and things will really get going @TheNewInfiniteSky )

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meditate imagine you are on a mountain top feel the fresh air around you breathe it into your lungs feel your calmness spreading around your body filling you up with peace relaxation and a sense of being

Dementia Friends Yesterday, a woman talked to me and a group of my friends all about Dementia. It was really interesting so I thought that I'd try and write down some of what she said to raise awareness of what Dementia really is. "Imagine that inside your head there are thousands and thousands of fairy lights. Having dementia isn't when all of those lights go out, it's when a couple begin to flicker, or maybe a few go out. It doesn't happen just because you get old, there are people in their forties and fifties who have been diagnosed. The symptoms do get progressively worse, but it affects everyone differently. " "There are two parts to the brain: the Hippocampus (which stores the facts) and the Amygdala (which stores the feelings and emotions). Imagine the the hippocampus is a really wobbly bookshelf but the Amygdala is really sturdy oak bookshelf. The most recent feelings/ facts are books at the top, going all the way down to the books at the bottom which are the earliest memories. Having dementia is when those bookshelves are being shaken; the books at the very top of the hippocampus bookshelf will fall off, but the others will be fine. For example, if I had dementia then I might not be able to remover his name but I might be able to remember how much pain I felt when he died." "Dementia isn't all about memory loss. Sometimes they perceive things differently as well. They might see a shiny tile floor as water, because they can see their reflection in it. They might see a swirly carpet as a pit of snakes. The best thing to do if this happens is to distract them and remove the object if possible." "Don't speak to people with dementia as if they are children. Their brains still work in the same way, they just might not be able to remember how to do some things." I really enjoyed the talk this lady gave, and it made me much more aware of dementia. I hope you guys enjoyed this bit I wish you could have been there.