Gilded Cage

by Amy Silver

I am your average, everyday tomboy. With exceptions. Well, that is until I got sucked into an alternate universe were vampires exist, and werewolves are a rare species that are meant to be kept in a cage.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

I grumble and slam my fist against the button on top of my alarm clock, and get relief from that damned sound. I crawl out of bed and zombie walk to my shower.

Walking to my closet with my comfy green towel wrapped around me, I grab all my clothing, the ones closest, and look at myself in the mirror. My snow white hair, thigh length, stands out against the dark blue of the Nirvana vest with is the same length as my hair. The black skinny jeans under the vest are ripped, after a month of wear, and the black sneakers, barely hanging onto my feet. Because my vests sleeves are huge holes that go to my waist, I have a black crop top on over my bra, so I don't look like a slut. I tie a red checked long sleeve shirt around my waist, and grab my skateboard, and run out of the house, a piece of toast in my mouth, with my schoolbag slung over my shoulder. I plug my earphones in, and play one of my favourite songs, Angel with a shotgun, skating to school.

The only reason I skate to school, is because, I live 3 blocks away, and am too lazy to walk. Because, otherwise my mom would drive me. This is South Africa after all.I am a block or so from school, when I see a new shop. I stop at the entrance, and have a look. Johnny Rock is the name of the place, and it has piqued my interest, so I walk in, and feel like I have died and gone to heaven. Millions of records surround me ranging from Sleeping with Sirens to Metallica. I look at the time on my phone, and see that I have 20 minutes before my first class, so I decide to look around.

I get lost in the variety of music, and actually get lost, with I find insane. Because, I am in a shop for fuck's sake. It is so bad that I call for help, but I swear that this place is fucking abandoned. Well at least I have brilliant music around me. My eye catches sight of one of my favourite bands, All Time Low, and off I go. I start looking through their various albums looking for one I don't have, when I feel this odd sensation in my stomach, like I am going to be sick. I crouch down, and groan. The pain getting more and more intense as the seconds goes. I still myself, and calm down, letting the pain wash over me, until it isn't so bad. Just when I think everything is fine, I feel this burning starting from my toes, then spreading up my calves, then my legs, then nothing.