Well Hey there, guys! Well this is my first story...Please tell me what you like about it! I am also totally new to all this stuff so when i publish things, they might be a little scratchy...Sorry!

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Dreaming...

In a never ending dark place, a pair of hands reaches out towards me. Not just any hands though, His hands. They reached out towards me, beckoning me to take them. I want to, no scratch that: I need them. When I reach out to take them two pairs of hands take my shoulders holding me back with strength only they could have.

Their hands are all too familiar. One, light and girly, painted with her signature pastel blue nail polish. The other hands have their nails bitten down, and are rough from playing to many sports.

They grip my shoulders firmly, holding me still. I still try to pull away wanting to get to the one thing my heart, soul, and body yearns for. I try and try, but my hands don't stretch to greet his hands. I finally gain enough strength to yank my body away from their cold hands. The hands that held me fling back shriveling up and turn black, like charred meat, making me cringe away from them.

I suck in air to scream, but I stop short, His hands reach around me, pulling me towards him. All I see is his hands, I want to see more. I try to turn to meet his face but I feel him shaking his head, telling me not to.

"Why!" I tried not to scream. "I miss you! You have been gone so long I can't take it anymore! I need you." I pleaded.

He tightens his grip around me, making my worries stop short. Slowly I feel him bring his face to my ear.

In a sexy, raspy voice that makes want to melt from is hands and ooze to the floor, he whispers in my ear. "Even if I am the one thing that you should never be with, a Rowdy Ruff Boy?"

The arms that held me so dearly moments ago, turned to black tentacles, holding me down. I started to scream. Not from fear, but from his arms that weren't wrapped around me. Voices started to mumble words that I couldn't understand. They started off low almost inaudible. Then they started to getting higher and higher, yelling words that were too jumbled to understand

Then two voices that struck a chord yelled out from the darkness, "Wow, who knew the smart one was so dumb. Falling for someone that could never love you! Stupid! Stupid! Come on, why would he! Get a brain! You don't deserve to be our leader!"

They mocked me. I tried to block it out and get it to stop, but it wouldn't

"He could never protect you! AND! He would NEVER say 'I Love You, Bloss-"

"SHUT UP!" I screamed. I couldn't take it anymore!

Then the voices all stopped mocking and just went in to maniacal laughing. Then the tentacles that held me to the ground started to pull me down, into the dark unforgiving nothingness…

Gasping and pulling at my sheets, I shook myself from sleep. Tears streamed down my face. My fire-red hair was spackled to my face and back. I always had that dream and it always hurt me leaving me feeling hallow when I awoke. Brick and his brothers had died almost 10 years ago. My sisters and I, had killed them with our kiss, but I seemed to be the only one that couldn't get over them, actually the only one that couldn't get over Brick. His deep scarlet eyes left me that with a reminder for 10 years.

Pulling my sheets off myself, I turned and looked at my shell pink alarm clock. 2:53, it read, too early for early summer. I pushed myself off the bed. I needed air. Slowly getting to the closet, I pull out a pair of black skinny jeans.

Pulling off my pajama shorts I slid on my pants. Getting a random pink tank top I put on a bra and switched shirts. I turned to look at my vanity mirror.

Sitting down on the plush pink stool, I looked at myself. I was a mess, a fiery-red mess. My pastel pink eyes had no sparkle to them. My full pink lips that Princess Morbucks could only buy to get, looked chapped. My hair looked as if it were an actual fire hazard.

Grabbing my brush, I pulled the tangles from my hair. Finally my hair that went past my back looked acceptable. Grabbing my lip balm, I rolled it on my lips.

Grabbing my cellphone and a light cardigan, I knew it got cold by the beach at night also so did my secret hideout that no one (even my sisters) don't know about.

I pulled the window open, slipping through and closed it behind me. Looking out from the roof, I could see all of Townsville. It was late and most lights were off in the not-very-busy city.

Counting down from 5, I got ready to push myself off the roof, and into the sky.

5...4…3…2…1!

My body flung itself in to the night sky, leaving a pink streak behind me. Flying was always a thing that calmed me. It was a rush that sort of let my worries bleed away( for a little bit). I flew across the city. Slowly dropping altitude until I landed on the beach. I walked across the beach, taking in the view. The wind blew brisk harsh air at me as if I was a target to a batting match. There was a kind of hushed whistling sound that seemed to be coming from behind me. It was like the sound in that old cartoon, when Wile E. Coyote is trying to get the Roadrunner (but fails, as always) and somehow ends up falling off a cliff to his imperial doom, the sound was like that whistle sound he made when he fell.

It got louder, making my ears ring. I thought nothing of it. Then as it got louder I was struck full speed from behind, causing me to tumble forward in to the absolute not cushion beach, with the object that hit me.

To Be Continued!

Well that was my first chapter in my new story! What did you guys think?

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