Chapter One: Alone
Pixie ran across the enormous yard in her new house. Her father just got a new job and their family moved to a beautiful country manor. It was Pixie's kind of dream house. Comfy, elegant and cold. In the house, it was very spacious. It was perfect for Pixie, there was space to run.
That was what Pixie liked to do, run, run, and run! Every year, at the school field day, she would get first place in every winning competition. Except in fourth grade, a girl tripped her, causing Pixie to stay on the bleachers.
"Hike!" Pixie's eldest brother Zander threw a football towards Pixie's older brother Jake. Pixie ran in between them and messed up their game. Pixie laughed as they began chasing her, until she was in deep into the forest next to the manor.
Pixie sat down onto a rock to catch her breath. Great, she thought Now I'm lost. Pixie got up and started to stumble around the area.
The sunlight dazed Pixie and heated her mop of black hair. Shoot, she thought to herself I forgot the sunblock. Her skin began to turn pink and achy as the hours passed on. They're probably looking for me right now.
She sat down at the base of a tree, thirsty and hungry, but in shelter from the sun. Pixie heard a trickling sound, I must be hallucinating, there's no source of water around here. Then, she smelled the sweet and fresh scent of water. Pixie whirled her head around. There was a ghostly pond behind her that she hadn't noticed at all.
Water. Pixie walked dizzily to the pond, she knelt down and drank out of it. Pixie sighed with relief and satisfaction after she had moistened her throat again. But as soon as the water went down her throat, there was an immediate burning sensation in her stomach.
It hurt, but it felt good. Even though the water burned in her stomach, there was another feeling, knowledge and confidence filled her entire body. It was like eating raw garlic.
With Pixie's stomach churning, she stumbled towards a boulder and carefully laid down on it. Pixie closed her eyes, but she regretted her choice.
Her eyelids showed her pictures that may have just scarred her for life. She looked into here lids and it showed the same place that she laid right at that moment, except there was a dying boy laying on the same stone she was.
Help me, he said Help me, save yourself, get off this boulder now! My eyes immediately popped open, but this time I wasn't at the lake, but in her own room. What?
The door burst open and Pixie's mom ran in. "Honey, how are you feeling?" She asked worriedly.
"What do you mean by fine," Pixie asked, her mouth went dry. She lifted her hand, and her eyes widened. The whole right side of Pixie's body was covered with bandages.
"Mom, what happened?" She shakily traced her fingers over her face. Her hair was fine, so were her cheeks, nose, eyes and mouth, but her ears… Pixie found one of her ears completely covered with bandages. "Mom, can I have breakfast?" Pixie asked "The normal, strawberry ice cream pancakes." Her mother nodded and exited the room.
Pixie sat up and took one long cast at the mirror across the room. Pixie looked normal, despite the bandages and scratches on her face. But her face looked different. Pixie's face was more defined, her chin was a bit more angular, her eyes a bit narrow and her nose were sharper.
He did this to you? Pixie thought in her mind. Pixie began to look more like the boy rather than herself. I'm laughing on the outside, dying in the inside. She thought. She began to turn away, when the same boy, appeared in the mirror and tapped it.