AN: My first story. Hope you like the first chapter
Disclaimer : Don't own anything. I just Don't.
Red Sky
Prologue: Nightmare
After a deep breath, I slowly open my eyes. I find myself in a flowing white dress, surrounded by a sea of white roses, the only real color being my chestnut brown curls and my cerulean eyes. I look around and wonder why I was alone in such a beautiful place. And a small smile appears on my face. 'Was this what heaven looked like? And if so where were all the angels? Why was I…' my thoughts were interrupted by a low whimpering sound and the smile quickly faded into a frown. For the first time I see a boy in the distance, his back towards me and his head in his hands. He too is decked out in an all white ensemble.
I slowly make my way through the path of roses and soon see that this boy is shaking. I quicken my pace and the closer I get the more this boy looks like "Jake", I whisper, as I reach out and touch his shoulder. I audibly gasp as he turns his head and I finally see the tears that are streaming down his face and the red stains that are blanketing the front of Jake's body. Panic filled my eyes as I frantically look for someone to help. I desperately scream hoping that maybe, someone, anyone, could hear me. I couldn't loose him. Not Jake. Not today. Not now. I soon realized that no one was coming and we were stuck in this no longer white wonderland. All at once the sky had turned red and the formerly white roses were now wilting or dead. Suddenly something that resembles a raindrop falls on my head, and it seems as if the raindrops would soon become my own flowing tears. But as I glance up toward the sky, I realize that this 'raindrop' was not a raindrop at all but rather a drop of blood. And soon blood pours from the sky and the boy disappears, the glamorous white dress, now blood soaked. And again I find my self alone. My breathing becomes ragged and my head becomes foggy, everything turns black and then I meet the floor.
My eyes snap open. I quickly glance around the room, recognizing my dark blue bed sheets and my four green walls and I let out a shaky breath. A picture on my night stand catches my eye and I turn to pick it up. It was a picture of Jake and I about 3 months earlier. I'm sitting between his legs and leaning up against his strong chest. Our eyes are closed as he places a soft, gentle kiss on the top of my head. Together we looked so happy, but my thoughts soon returned to the thing that had woken me up in the first place.
What I thought would be a peaceful and serene dream in the beginning, had ended up being a devastatingly disturbing nightmare. What did this mean? And Jake, what happened to Jake? That sole thought played on repeat in my head. Was this a sign? I needed answers, so I threw the covers off of the bed and put an overly large sweatshirt on my scantily clad body. I hurried out the front door and across the street, running up the Morgan's front driveway. I ring the doorbell. Once. Twice. And as I go to ring the bell a third time, a sleepy and distraught looking Jake opens the front door. I throw my self into his arms. Jake, not expecting a greeting like this so early in the morning, stumbles back a little, but soon regains his balance and holds me tight. Soon he can feel the sogginess of my silent tears soaking through his shirt, and he uses his right hand to tilt my face up towards him.
"Love, Rory, what happened? Are okay? Is Lorelai okay?" Jake asked in a quiet, worried voice as he used his thumb to wipe the tears from my cheeks. I look up at him with sad eyes and ask him to promise he would always be there. That it would be me and him against the world and that he would never leave. He remains silent. I can feel the tears welling in my eyes again and I painfully look up, fearing his answer (if he even had an answer). This time I say "Promise me," like these two words were the only thing keeping me alive and I'm still struggling to hold back my tears. Slowly and almost inaudible he whispers "I promise." into my hair and a wave of relief hits me and I start to sob into his chest all over again.