A/N: I am rewriting this story! I've got the rewritten version of chapter one done and uploaded, so feel free to start from there. Or feel free to start from here. :P The writing in the rewritten version of chapter one is tons better though.
People using Safari on their Iphones, the rewritten version of this is on 'chapter 9'.


~Cora's P.O.V.~

I fidgeted in my chair while staring at the TV. I was waiting for my mom to get home from going out with my aunts and drinking...

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Six minutes later.

I sighed silently as I glanced up at the clock above the TV, frowning at the time.

3:45 A.M.

I figured I might as well try out the Pilot of Vampire Diaries like my friend, Jenny, wanted me to.

Tick-

4:28 A.M.

An okay show. She's still not back, though. I trudged up to my bedroom, changing into my night clothes. A simple white t-shirt and black shorts. I decided to add a dark blue hoodie to the mix since it was a little cold tonight.

I pulled my covers back and slipped into bed, relaxing once the covers were back in their right place. I waited a moment before turning to my lamp and switching it off, leaving me in my pitch black room. It took awhile, about an hour or so, before I finally felt my eyelids grow heavy. I welcomed sleep.

[Dream Scene. Self-harm involved, may trigger. Feel free to skip this.]

Blood was flowing from my forearms, creating two small puddles of blood below me. I was bleeding enough that the two puddles formed into one big puddle. It stung a bit, but it was slowly fading to a dull throb. The blood stained my knees, which made me realize I was kneeling on the ground, making me feel sticky and unclean. I felt my lungs burning. I couldn't breathe.

No... I could breathe. I was just breathing too fast for oxygen to get to my brain. My eyes stung, blurring drastically. They felt a bit hot. What kind of dream is this?

I blinked without wanting to, causing tears to roll down my cheeks. I felt myself glance down at my hands. They were covered in blood, too. I focused on something that was grasped in my right hand. My grip strengthened around it before my hand began to sting, too. Beads of blood raised from the cut before they overflowed. A razor blade.

Why was I cutting myself?

I felt dizzy. I was losing too much blood. But I couldn't move. I couldn't control my body as my hand raised and sliced a long and deep cut down my left wrist. I started to panic. Why wont I stop? I don't want to bleed.

"Cora."

I felt myself turn to look into onyx eyes-

[Dream End]

I opened my eyes to see a dark figure towering over me and shaking my shoulder to wake me. Slowly, I sat up and rubbed my eyes to try and rid the sleep from them before looking to see what stranger my mom brought home. I blinked when nobody was there.

...

It was really hot. Why was it hot? I looked around at my surrounding and let out a small yelp when I found myself in what looked like a bedroom from an old and abandoned house. That or nobody bothered to take care of their house. Why would my mom let some guy she brought home move me here?! She-!

I groaned in frustration before slipping out of the bed and going to the door. When I turned the knob and pushed, it wouldn't open. So I tried pulling it, but still, it did not open. More frustration bubbled inside me as I tried kicking at the door.

After a few minutes I sighed in defeat and looked around the room. I might as well save as much energy as I can. There were two more doors and a boarded up window, but the wood looked rotted... I could easily tear it off. I went over to the window and firmly grasped one of the boards before yanking as hard as I could. I smiled when I stumbled back as it came off before throwing the board aside.

I repeated this process three more times, then looked out the window- I mumbled a profanity when I saw I was on the second floor of the house. There was an even part of the roof right in front of me though, so I cautiously walked towards the edge of the roof. Looking down, I saw that it was a good 14 ft. drop. I would come out scathed if I tried to jump.

I went back into the bedroom and opened one of the doors. It was a bathroom. Pausing to look through cabinets and such, I found: one medium sized, full box of 500 matches; bandages; some medical tape; and a black switchblade. Handy. I stuck the items into my pockets.

I exited the bathroom and headed to the other door. It was a closet, and bonus: there was a lot of old blankets and clothes.

I carried as much as I could and slowly climbed out the window before heading to the edge of the roof again. Looking to the best spot, I dropped the heap of blankets and clothes and they fell to the ground in a pile. Grinning, I repeated this process a few more times until the closet was empty.

I hesitated for a few seconds before jumping off the roof. The wind yelled in my ear until I hit the center of the pile of clothes. It hurt a little, but not as much as it would have if I tried jumping without a soft landing below.

I completely ignored going inside to discuss the sudden moving with my mom, and headed along a path into the forest. Once I know where I am, I can go home...

"Where the hell are the roads!" I growled out, not worried about anyone hearing. I kicked at the dirt on the path a bit before continuing to trudge along. I'd been walking for over an hour.

"You mean, where is the village?" I heard a female voice say. I froze before slowly looking into the direction of the voice, which happened to be behind me.