Hi readers! This is a new story I'v started. Check it out and review if you can.
Chapter 1
I dreamt. I was in a narrow room. It was long and white. Suddenly I heard a noise. I turned towards the noise and saw that someone was opening a bright, white door. A slender girl with long, wavy brown hair. She had pale skin and was an average height. Her hand was still on the other side of the door frame, and after her walked in a tall, pale boy. He looked about 17-18 years of age and his messy hair was bronze, with a hint of red in it. I think they were together, as they were smiling and looking at each other fondly. It was such a sweet sight.
Then, the girl donned a frown on her heart-shaped face. She looked at the boy, and he nodded, squeezing her hand encouragingly. She walked over to a full length mirror in the far corner of the room. I hadn't noticed that there before. She reached her hand out to let her fingertips gently glide across the shiny surface. What happened then shocked me.
She got a glazed look in her eyes, and she reached out to put her hand fully on the mirror. In the reflection, a scene started playing. I gasped silently, not wanting to ruin the moment, at the thing I saw in the mirror.
I saw the girl, walking into a large room, with one side covered in mirrors. A voice sounded, and she started running towards it, expectantly. As she turned the corner, there was a man with extremely pale skin, and a long snow blonde pony tail hung limply down his back. He was wearing weird clothes, like he was super-natural or something.
He started talking to her, saying menacing things in a threatening voice. He said things along the lines of, 'Good. You're alone. I told you to come alone'. The girl started to get frightened, and he stepped one step closer to her. He sniffed her hair, and said, 'He's right. You do smell good'.
At that moment, the girl had a shocked look on her face, as if she had been lied to, as if it was all a sham. She tried to run away the opposite direction, but he took a massive jump and stood in front of her. He then picked her up by the neck, and flung her against the wall. I cringed, as she fell back against the mirrors, practically feeling the pain myself.
He walked over to the girl in immense pain with a camcorder. He was talking in a sickly sweet voice, which then turned into a scary whisper and he grabbed her by her hair and crashed her head back into the mirror. I could see the ever-growing pain in her eyes as, once she got over the shock of that last blow, she realized that blood was trickling from the back of her head, onto her sleeve.
She began to slip out of consciousness, and her eyes looked like they were going to roll back into her head any second now.
I jumped, as the boy that had walked in with her swiftly tackled her attacker to the ground. As they started fighting roughly, more people with pale skin came running in. One of them was a tall, muscular male, and the other was a tall, lean and blonde male. They ran up to the fight and started to join in. it was obvious who was going to win.
Among the others, was a tall blonde girl, who looked a million dollar model. She ran, gracefully, up to the fight and, I could imagine, stood as back up if it was needed. I had a feeling it wasn't going to be needed. Others were a small, girl with short, spiky black hair, and pixie-like features. She had a petite frame and looked very fragile.
The others included a tall, handsome, man, with blonde hair slicked back, and a kind-faced woman with medium length, golden hair. All three of them went to help the girl. As she started to loose consciousness, I saw her sweetheart completely ignore the fight and run over to her. In his eyes, I saw hope, along with worry.
He reached her as soon as she lost consciousness. Then, the scene started fading away gradually. It was so sad; tears were brimming up my eyes, blocking my sight. It was just like a movie, where bad things happen to good people. I blinked a few times, to try to make my tears go away.
The boy walked over to her and took her in his strong arms, carrying her bridal style. She didn't do anything to stop him, all she did was, as soon as she was wrapped tightly in his arms, put her arms around his neck, snuggled into his muscular chest, and hid her face in the crook of his neck, and shut her eyes. I heard fast, uneasy breaths slowly turning to slow steady breaths. She was asleep.
He walked towards the door. He got to the door, and looked at me meaningfully, as if this was the most important information in the world. I stared back blankly, and as he began to walk out of the door, I realized that it just might well be, for all I knew.
I woke up with a jolt, as I felt my bed weigh down at the foot of it. I shut my eyes tight, trying to figure out what that was about. I didn't even bother to look who it was; it could be a rapist for all I knew. But, I realized exactly who it was, as I felt familiar, strong arms wrap around me, as if trying to protect me from whatever was harming me.
It was the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. In all of my 17 years, I had never felt something so pure and so right. It was Shane.
Well, that's it. Should I continue it or not? I might be getting help from my friend April (Aries4495) with my stories as she is really good at writing. Tell me what you think.
Thanks, Alice-May
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