The Dark Creature
Chapter one
Amber's pov:
I roll to my side of the bed, blinded by the sudden light, illuminating from my alarm clock, 5:30 wonderful! Just enough time to meet up with Rosy at the beach. I slowly writhe my way out of the bed careful to not awake my little sister, Sophie, from her sleep after all today is when everyone's nightmare comes alive, Death. I shake my head slightly to clear my head from the thoughts of what had taken place last year, by time I had come back to reality, I had reached my wardrobe. Other people may think that it is nothing special because in reality it is just a simple box, made out of oak wood, however this 'simple' box, is like the other half of my heart based on the fact that my dead father and dead brother, Jake, had cooperated into assembling this beautiful piece of work together, shaking my head to take my mind of the topic of Jake's death. I open the door to the wardrobe whilst tilting my head slightly to catch a glimpse of the blazing heat behind my rusted window.
Sunshine! I pull out my black skinny jeans and a plain dark blue tank top, instantly putting them on in the spot; once I had folded my pyjamas I place it on top of the pile of clothes. I make a grab for my leather brown jacket that is two sizes bigger for me. Reaching down slightly I rummage around the neatly folded clothes, until I come upon a wooden box, full of paints and paint brushes. I open it to take a good look making sure everything is in their rightful place.
Getting up I head towards the hall nearing to the wooden shoe rack, I stop in front of it and reach down snatching my lucky pair sneakers, slipping them on. I reach behind the rack and slowly feel my way amongst the back of the wall, until my hand comes across a hard block, my mind instantly registering it as my art book without leaving my grip on the book I pull my hands back towards me. There in my hands is hard back book the rough cover embroidered with an image of a werewolf the inside filled with stained and crinkled paper a gift from my father, who had been shot down two years ago.
Unlike everyone in vicinity D my hobby is drawing and painting not hunting and killing innocent animals just for their skin and fur. Once retrieving this special hard back I stuff it and my box inside my hunting bag. I head towards the kitchen scribble a quick note about my whereabouts for my mother and made a move for the back door, closing it after me. I head towards the wall separating our vicinity from the wonderful beach that joins with vicinity E, where Rosy is from you may be wondering how we met as we are from two different vicinity. You see when I was young I decided to go discover behind the wall I ended up in a beautiful beach to my utter surprise, as soon as I turned around only a few meters away from me was an innocent looking girl with a beautifully light shade of straight, auburn brown hair, unlike mine which is a bunch of dark brown curls. The young girl was also blessed with light brown eyes that twinkled with wild curiosity and a perfect cute button nose, while I have a normal dark, dull brown eyes and a perfectly normal nose, her having a fair complexion, completes the opposition between us since I was lucky to get a perfectly tanned skin.
At first my instincts told me to turn around and walk away but something inside me just told me to go and start to talk so I did, at first I really did not know if I should trust her with my secrets that are like my precious jewels, 'however as we got deeper into the conversation, I had taken down every boundary or force field I had established to keep my secrets safe and began to trust her, and since then we became best friends making the beach our meeting place, no one has ever been there... except for Jake.