Intro: This is my first fanfic. I have been working on this story/book for a while, and decided to transform it into a SON fanfic to get some honest feedback. The first chapter is just a snippet of what is to come. Rated M for future chapters. Please enjoy and comment if you feel inclined. Peace, Love and Pixie Sticks
Disclaimer: The story idea and some characters are originals and belong to me. I do not own any of the South Of Nowhere characters.
You may not believe my story. Hell, I wouldn't believe it either if it wasn't my life…. my story…but I'm going to tell you anyway because I can't hide it any longer and at the end you can have whatever opinion you may have. My name is Spencer Carlin and this was my life.
Chapter 1
I woke in my room, entirely ruined. How can it already be time to wake up? Morning had come, its brightness stealing shadows from the corners, but still I fought it. I pulled my warm blanket over my head and went back to sleep. Sleep was the most logical option compared to what the day had in store for me. My dreams swam with a fiery sunset and then her face…the face of an angel. I've never met her, and I don't know if she is even real, but I find myself abandoning reality more and more each day just to go to this place. To the place where I saw more than my eyes could see and knew more than minds could know. The dream played as it always does. She walks towards me slowly with the fire of the sun burning the way and before she reaches me, I am blinded by the sun, only this time was different. I was blinded by sudden darkness. My skin was burning in the dark and a dreaming light of her eyes flashed as I heard a velvet voice against my cheek say, "It's almost time".
I jumped up in my bed startled by the banging on my bedroom door. "Spencer, you're going to be late for school. Madison's waiting down stairs with your brother."
I lay back down on my soft pillow thinking. She's never spoken to me, been that near to me. Butterflies swam in my stomach and my head felt dizzy. What was going on? I've had visions before but this was above and beyond.
My visions started when I was five. Even at such a young age I had learned to bear them alone. No one would understand. I learned that if I could spill everything out, if I could empty myself of sensation and thought, I could be filled again with sight and the visions would come. Through my mind's eye, I would step inside someone else's skin. I'd walk on their legs, see with their eyes, hear whispers of all things to come but this dream… vision… whatever it was, was not someone else's eyes nor ears nor legs. No this was me.
"Spencer!"
I took a long, deep breath, stretched and then rushed to my closet. I put on the closest pair of old jeans and band t-shirt I could find, put my hair up, grabbed my green messenger bag and ran downstairs completely unprepared for the day ahead.