Introduction

I awoke in a cold sweat, breathing hard. I could still feel the cold metal bite of the shackles on my wrists and ankles. I shook my head to clear it from tonight's' most recent nightmare. I looked out my window and the sky was just beginning to lighten. I sighed, 'Well, there's no point in going back to sleep now.' I thought. I lay in bed staring at the blank, white ceiling. I was getting really tired of these stupid nightmares. Ever since my parents had died about 5 months ago and I moved here, to London, by myself to try and make things easier on me and my so-called family. None of them really liked me anyway, I was always just a pest in their eyes. The farther away I was, the better, according to them. The sky was turning a violent pink and the sun had started to creep up over the horizon. I walked over to the sliding glass doors that led to my balcony, slowly opened the door and stepped out on to it. I breathed in the crisp late summer/ early autumn air and shivered. It was getting colder even though it was only July, I could feel something coming. Something big.