Breaking The Dark: Chapter 1
It was dark and the wind was howling. I crept along the pebbled path onto a giant tip of a cliff with razor sharp boulders on the bottom calling for my death. It felt as if I was going to fall off as I looked over; I had the feeling of someone watching me and I turned around. There was a tall pale man standing behind me. He had sandy blonde hair that fell into the perfect position. He also had eyes as dark and blue as the Pacific Ocean that you could get lost into. He was perfect but how could that be if this is the first time I've seen this stranger but he was somewhat familiar. He was massive and skinny and I could hardly see a thing but his face. He had enlightened the dark by the flickering of candlelight. Josh. His name echoed in my mind as I started to back up. He closed in on me as I was barely balancing on the tip of the precipice. "Who are you?" I asked nervously. Not the person you should mess with. He had an evil grin on his face as he motioned toward me and I plummeted towards earth with crumbs of rocks following me. I screamed but nothing came out into words. No. No, this can't be happening, I thought to myself. I looked down and saw a glimpse of a silver lash as I almost fell to my death.
I flinched as I woke up in my highschools library with my dried up drool all over my Periodic Table notes mixing my writing into a black blob. "Hello?" I asked. Nobody must be here but I only laid down for a few minutes! I looked at the clock hung on the beige wall; it stated that it was 12:57 pm. Shit! I exclaimed. I must've fallen asleep after my long night studying and working extra shifts at Mini's to save up enough money for College. I picked up my raggedy leather bag and ran down the elevator. OUT OF ORDER, it read.
Today is just NOT my day. I ran towards the emergency exit and ran down flights of stairs; tripping and falling on the way down. I jumped to the lobby floor and landed on my ankle, twisting and turning. I screamed. Pain ran through my leg and throughout my body like never before. It felt like my ankle was covered in oil, and lit on fire. I crawled my way to my black Cadillac and shut the door. I gasped in pain as I felt the pain increase and the numbness going away. I'll go home and order in a paramedic or just knock next door to my neighbor who has a Doctorates Degree in Nursing. Maybe he can help. I continued driving down the road and waited till the pain subsided.
My name is Iris. I am 17 years old. I have a round and healthy body that is very firm. I have shiny blonde hair that falls to around my waist and grassy green eyes that's not really special. They are different and unique unlike the guy in my dream with shocking dark, icy, blue eyes. I am skinny and very short. I'm about 5'2 and for some reason, I also heard that guys love short girls because they just love to pick them up and bend down to kiss them. I am going to college soon after my exams and my summer break. I want to go to Stanford or Dartmouth because I knew Harvard and Yale wouldn't accept my mostly A's and a few B's grades and a GPA of 4.0. I was trying to earn at least a Bachelor's Degree in Attorney at Law. I don't really talk about my personal life but who would if you didn't know anybody in this damn highschool other than my best friend, Iselina. She is, unlike me, the ghuetto and fighting type of a girl that doesn't care of what goes down. She's AWESOME.
As I drove up my cobble stone driveway, I relieved myself, knowing that the excruciating ache would be over. I have to drive about 2 hours to go to work but seeing my paycheck, I could afford the gas and it was worth it. I lived on the bottom floor of this apartment and that was a blessing for my ankle. I fumbled around for my keys in my purse and felt someone grab me and push me into the door; he covered my mouth and pushed me tight against the wall so hard, that I couldn't breathe.
"Listen here, and Listen here well, my little princess," his words burning through my ears, "You will fucking open this door and I'll will come in. We'll go to your room and maybe, if you're good, we can have some fun." He chuckled. He brought up his finger and slid it across my neck as my hairs started to rise. "But if you're bad, "He brought out a sharp curved blade and brought it up to my cheek, "I'll just be having the fun." He snapped down the blade cutting a slit on my cheek as trickles of blood slid down covering his fingertips and dotting the floor beneath us. "You will not talk and when I'm done with you, you will not tell ANYBODY about me and this experience or I will hunt you down and torture you so bad, that you'll wish that I would've killed you already." "Who are you?" I asked, trying to change the subject. "Call me John." He looked down at my hand and snatched my keys. "And I'll be having this." "But-" I protested.
He got a grip on my body and slammed it against the door. "You got it?" I nodded. Now, I'm terribly frightened. As I was gasping for breath, I felt weight being lifted off of me and I slid onto the floor. I hugged my knees and hid myself into a tiny corner. "Don't you dare touch her!" I turned my head around and saw a pale man throwing John into a wall. "You must be damn out of your mind if you think you're going to hurt her!" He yelled. The stranger picked up John off his feet and held John close against the wall while John's feet was dangling off the floor. "Look, dude, I'm sorry. I promise I won't hurt her and I won't come see her again." "You're fucking right that you're not going to hurt her. How about this? You don't come here. You don't hurt her. You don't look at her and you better not be thinking about her!" John nodded with a pang of regret and fear all over his face. "Please, let me go." The man smiled. "Your wish is my command." He grabbed John's blade and slit his throat. Oh my gosh. "You're set free." God please help me, I thought. The man chuckled as he dropped Jonh's lifeless body and knelt down to grab my key. I almost forgot that the dead guy took it. I shuddered as he walked over to me and gestured the key to me. I could finally see his face. His hand dripping with blood. I saw his ocean eyes and sandy blonde hair. His face structure was flawless with his perfect cheek bones and just the way his smile curved and the way his eyes burned into my soul. Then, a thought flew across my mind. The guy. He was from my dream. Josh.
He looked at me sincerely, "Miss, Does this belong to you?"
AUTHOR'S NOTE: By the way, this is my very first story posted and I am very sorry for my mistakes of spelling and punctuation. I am also sorry that it is very short but it's only cause I don't want to write a long paragraph and people don't even like it! That's just a waste of time. I don't know if it is good or horrible but please review and I hope that you understand my predicament. If you want me to continue this series, please comment and review. Thank you!
