A/N: Welp. This is my first story. About Wybie of course. Am I a little TOO obsessed? ...I guess you can say that.
Enjoy,try to enjoy,just please read. xD
The door.
That's the way it always started.
The door, then the key, then the exploring.
That's the way it started with her sister, that's the way it started with Coraline.
And that was how it was going to start with Wybie Lovat.
He was asleep. Tossing, turning, mumbling. About the world.
The 'Other' world. The one full of wonders that turned into nightmares. The world full of fun and games gone wrong.
He couldn't help dreaming about it. Ever since that day Coraline had explained what was on the other side, Wybourne Lovat fought the urge to run into the room with the fireplace and the door and see for himself what was behind it.
Maybe Coraline just wanted him to think that it was evil, so she could keep it all to herself. What if there was no witch? What if there was no hand? What if that night had all been a dream?
It seemed more and more like some kooky, wierded-out nightmare. Hanging onto the edge of the well, getting his hand swiped at by a cluster of needles.
Can that really be real?
Whether it was or wasn't, he was going to find out. He HAD to find out. The REAL truth. Not Coraline's story of it.
That voice echoed throughout his dream once more. That voice. THE voice. The one that was sweet as honey, but as sharp as needles. The entrancing voice. The hypnotizing voice.
"Come through the door…You know where the key is...Just get the key…"
"T…The…Key…" Wybie mumbled softly in his sleep, rolling over on his bed. "Get…. The key…"
"Yes…" The voice crooned. Oh, such a sweet voice. It was too hard to fight it. The spell it had over him. The voice was too sweet, he couldn't let it go. "The key Wybourne…I'm waiting."
And that's when the dream always ended, Wybie shooting straight up in bed, his ears ringing as though the person that belonged to that voice had been whispering to him right by his ear.
"What a sweet voice…Like honey…How'd I dream that up?" He'd always think, running a hand through his mass of rust-colored curls. He didn't know how he'd dreamed it up. It was a nightmarish voice, but also a beautiful voice.
One that was welcoming and warm, and cold and cruel at the same time. It had a hint of falsity in it, that voice. Like it wasn't all it was pretending to be…
A lost voice. A voice that Wybie could not point out who it belonged to. It was as if he'd heard it before. Before everything went wrong and crazy and disastrous. Before Coraline.
And Wybie would just sigh. It was too late to be pondering. Even pondering about a voice in his dream. It was ridiculous, really. Paying so much attention to a simple voice.
After he would lie down and start to drift off again, even before he was fully asleep, the voice would come back.
"The key Wybourne…You know I'm waiting."
And he knew where the key was.
A/N: Should I continue? Should I quit? Does this story have any promise at all?
Your answer is....
I dunno yet.
Maybe if I get some reviews,they will encourage me. :P
Here's hopingg!