The sky became darker by the minute as I walked through the woods. It was really cold, so I zipped up my hoodie. "Oliver Sykes! Where are you?" I yelled, hoping the idiot would come out. I looked around me, but all I saw was tree after tree. Oli had been gone for awhile and I had no idea what to do. I started walking back home, figuring he left me there, when I heard my name being whispered. "Indigo…"

I was officially creeped out. I started running and could hear footsteps behind me. I turned around to see who was following me. Big mistake. I tripped over a tree root and went head first into the ground. I groaned, trying to get up. It was finally dark outside and could barely see my surroundings. I looked up and there was a figure, looking at me. "W-what…?" I stammered but the figure shushed me. "It's okay, Indie. I'm here to protect you…always."

BEEP. BEEP.

I got up so fast that I fell off my bed. "What the..? Bloody christ!" I stood up and hit the snooze button on my alarm. It read 6:10 in digital numbers. I fell on my bed, thinking about the dream I have been having this past week. What did it mean? I thought about it for a little when someone pounds on my door. "Indigo Violet Rose! You better be getting ready for school!" It was my older sister Chrys. Her real name is Chrysanthemum Dahlia Rose. My mother was pretty creative and named me after colours and Chrys after flowers.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm up," I grumbled whilst getting dressed. I put on a pair of dark blue drainpipes and a long black shirt with a cool design on it that I found at a vintage store. I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Same long black hair. Same blue-green eyes. The only thing I've added was a new black septum ring.

I did my hair, brushed my teeth, and walked out of my room. Chrys was by the stairs, holding my shoes. "About time, Twigs. Breakfast is ready." I grabbed my shoes and put them on. I followed Chrys downstairs to the kitchen. She handed me a plate of runny eggs. I held in my groan of disgust and ate as much as I could stand. Chrys was never a good cook, but she tries really hard to take care of me so I don't complain much. "Oh, before I forget, Oliver called. Told me to remind you to meet him in the corner at 6:40." I glanced at the clock which read 6:45. "I'm late! Bye Chrys!" I said, running up the stairs to get my backpack. I ran down the stairs and out the door.

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I thought this was an okay beginning. Hopefully it progresses. xx

Oh, and this story has Oli Sykes from Bring Me The Horizon, obviously.

--Typo