Intro
If I told people half of the things I've seen, half of the things I've heard…. I bet a million dollars people would have called 911 and had me locked up in some insane asylum. So I choose to not say a word, and keep to myself. And because I keep to myself almost everyone I have ever loved has left me…in other words they died. My mother, who worked so hard to raise me and my brother by herself, was killed by some evil bastard. That bastard didn't stop at my mom, he killed my brother too and till this day I don't know how the cops still can't find the bastard who murdered my family. Sometimes I wish I was home that night instead of my brother and my mother. My brother had so much going for him and my mother never got to relax and find her happiness. And my best friend…..last year she was found in the back ally way of the club. She was beaten and raped. I wish they died from natural circumstances, like an illness, or something instead they were killed by people who were never caught, and I'm still here…
Chapter 1
It was a ghostly Thursday morning. The fog so thick you could barely make out the shapes of the trees, houses or any other thing. The only thing you could see was the headlights from cars, and lights through the windows indicating who was awake. Unfortunately Myrah was one of those people who were up. Struggling to not fall back asleep she tumbled across her bedroom and searched for one of her glasses on her table. She had a few frames for different occasions, and also because she was blind without them. Her fingers grabbed a familiar pair of gold frames and placed them on her face and suddenly everything was clear. She yawned and stretched before heading into the bathroom. Her Sea green walls and green bath rugs surrounded her, and the large mirror in front of her stared at her revealing her reflection. Her brown skin, and tired brown eyes, and messy ombre hair revealed how bad she needed to go back to bed. She brushed her teeth, washed her face and soon after headed downstairs through the kitchen and into the living room turning on the TV to the news.
There was a breaking news story happening in Brooklyn, but decided to get something to eat first before she processed the news. She went back into the kitchen, and opened the fridge taking out a carton of Vanilla Silk milk, and grabbing a box of cinnamon toast crunch on top of the fridge. She poured the contents into her pink ceramic bowl and grabbed her silver spoon heading back into the living room sitting comfortably in her red sofa. There was disturbing images of places mostly churches being attacked. They described the attackers as demonic and dark. Myrah knew there was more to these attackers. They were part of a cult that was worldwide but mostly in the United States. These people wore masks that were something similar to theatre mask, hockey masks, and gas masks. They were known for burning down churches, hospitals, schools and known for kidnapping people. Usually when you hear that anyone's been kidnapped by these people, they are never found. The rise of this cult was still unknown but it got worse in the past 5 years.
Remembering she had a Dentist appointment she headed into the kitchen and placed the bowl in the sink and went back upstairs, quickly undressing herself. She slipped on a white t-shirt, and then pulled on her large gray hoodie. She then pulled on a pair of acid wash skinny Levi jeans and a short pair of black hunter boots. Soon after she brushed her hair and braided it in two pigtails and put on her favorite red baseball hat. She grabbed her brown cross body purse and throwing her iPhone, keys, and wallet in her bag and grabbing her black motorcycle jacket as she headed downstairs and out the door. Little did she know she was being watched, and unfortunately it wasn't the only time he was watching her.
I hope my story didn't suck so far.