Chapter 1

I, Raychel Milam, was lying on my bed, reading Twilight. I was just finishing the last chapter when I set it down to rest my eyes. It wasn't easy reading in the dark. I wasn't supposed to have my light on after ten, and my mother was always up. So I was forced to read in the dark a lot, which was why my eyes hurt all the time. My eyes were glued to the page in the book I was on, the last one. And as I looked at the tiny text, one thought kept running through my head. 'I really wish I could go in Twilight'

I know that every Twilight fan had that thought go through their head a couple of times, I'm sure of it. But, it went through my mind constantly, every day. During classes, I just start day-dreaming of it. At family events, school functions, restaurants, everywhere. My family calls me crazy, and maybe I am. Is it crazy to be in love with a fictional character? Yes, it is very crazy. I should be institutionalized.

I tore my eyes away from the book to look out my window. The night sky was so beautiful, and in my part of town the stars were so clear. When I was little, I used to want to be a star. They were up so high, but only at night. Then they'd hide during the day, but could always be trusted to return by nightfall. A shooting star flashed by and I had to think quickly.

"I really wish I could go into Twilight", I whispered, afraid my mother could hear if I talked normally. Then I sighed. 'As if that will ever come true.' Well, it couldn't hurt to try, right?

I closed my book and went to bed, my book still on my lap. I never moved in my sleep, so I knew it'd be safe.

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I woke up to something hard under my butt. I moaned in discomfort and rolled over to the side to try to ease it. That just made me more uncomfortable, because then I was on smaller, harder, meaner things. I had kept my eyes squinted closed up until now, but they shot open when I felt something on top of my legs. A raccoon was crawling up my legs to my waist, doing something. I screamed and kicked it off, throwing it somewhere unimportant. Then I noticed where I was. I was in the woods. I didn't know why, I didn't know how, but I was in the woods, lying on the dirty ground with all the bugs and dirt. I shot up, not knowing what was going on. Why was I in the woods at night? Then it occurred to me. 'OH! I'm dreaming!'

There, a perfectly good excuse.

I began running, not for anything in particular, but in your dream woods, you're supposed to run, right? At least that's what I thought. But, something was not right.

In dreams, you're supposed to be numb, not feeling anything. Then why could I feel the twigs and leaves on the ground? Why could I feel the bitter rain and wind biting into my skin? I could feel a scream coming up my throat, but it never seemed to come out. My body was moving on its own. I wanted to stop and wake up, but my legs kept going. I only stopped when I tripped.

"Ow," I murmured, laying flat on the ground. I propped myself up on my elbows which hurt because I'd scraped them in the fall. I saw that I was no longer in the woods, but on a street. At least I wasn't in the forest anymore, but…where was I? I tried moving again, but I fell right back on my stomach. It felt like I'd broken my knees or something, but I was too scared, too cold, and too tired to check. I really wanted to wake up, to just wake up in my nice warm bed with fully working knees. I didn't want to face the fact that this was real life. I didn't want to be lost in an unknown place.

Tears began falling from my eyes. They obstructed my view, which is probably why I didn't see the car speeding right towards me.