Mischief

by XxXFallenAngelsXxX

Synyster Lokison was never normal, she was abandoned by her parents and left to rot at an orphanage for years in Chicago. She has had dreams of this man who looks to be her exact replica, he talks to her in her sleep. Then, one day the man from her dreams comes into reality; Synyster runs into the man whike one her way to school. Later she is adopted by the same man.

1. Prologue

Mischief

Prologue

I stood in a white, vast space—like in every dream I have—it was blank and I stood in the center of it. My long, loose curled, black hair was in a complete mess of a bun on the back of my head, my vibrant green eyes were locked in the distance, and it felt like I couldn't move a single inch.

In the distance, I could see the outline of a tall and skinny man approaching me; he had a long, black and green trench coat, leather pants, and a black vest-type-thing. Footsteps became louder and louder, and the man got closer and closer to me. He was very pale like me, his hair was black and slicked back, and even from the distance he was at I could clearly see his vibrant, green eyes—like mine.

He looked so familiar, but I had no idea who he even was; I simply called him "the man in my dreams". The man just looked so much like me it couldn't be a coincidence, I knew him from somewhere but I just couldn't put my finger on it.

The white space became dead silent when the man stood right in front of me; he looked down at me proudly, then he wrapped his thin, bony arms around me, and he whispered in my ear "I'm so proud of you, Synyster." But, unlike anything else, he had a thick Scandinavian accent, but it would be incomprehensible to anybody else yet I understood him perfectly.

I closed my eyes and savored the only moment of happiness I really had in my life, my muscles began to loosen and my shoulders dropped down from their painful position, the muscles in my arms relaxed to the point that I could move my elbow. Inside I just felt so safe and secure, so I slowly raised my arms from my sides and wrapped them around his torso. But, when my arms were about to touch him, the man's presence gradually disappeared, and I felt my own cold, pale skin.