Prologue;
Pink
I opened my eyes slowly, the ceiling above me was a bright pink.
I sat up and frowned in confusion as I studied the unfamiliar, blurry room. I looked around the room for my black thick rimmed glasses.
The only furniture in the room was the hot pink bed I sat in, and my glasses weren't there, if they were, they were probably broken.
I threw the blanket to the side and swung my legs to the carpeted floor. Not pink, but white.
My legs were bare, I wore pajamas that were foreign to me. Alarm bells were now ringing in my head, sending my thoughts spinning. I sat there for a long time. So long that everything, the pink room, my blurry vision, and my confusing thoughts, began to give me a headache.
I focused enough to decide I should at least escape the room. So I padded out of the room. My thoughts spinning around one of my conversations with a friend.
It was a random lunch at school. A dirty blond haired girl ran up to me while I waited in line. "Hey, Ever." I spoke as soon as she was in hearing distance. I had done a bit of research, I was excited to share with her. "So you know Jensen Ackles played the monster on My Bloody Valentine!"
"I know!" she grinned.
"Honestly though," I lowered my voice a pitch, letting her know I was serious. Even though I totally wasn't. "If Jensen Ackles was going to kill me, I'd let him."
She looked at me incredulously. "Kylie.." she started.
"What? You're telling me that if Jensen Ackles was going to kill you, you WOULDN'T let him?"
She shrugged, and smiled softly. "Good point."
Thinking about it now that I'm in an unfamiliar place, I silently cursed myself, and I mumbled. "If Jensen Ackles comes out here I am not just keeling over. Fuck that."
I was standing in front of a staircase. At least that's what I assumed it was because I stood there squinting at everything. I made my way slowly down the steps. When I reached the bottom, I noticed a door that sat ajar. Lights flashed from it, steadily. I pushed on it gently and was surprised when it flew open. I staggered into the person who had opened the door.
My heart beat loudly in my chest. I was sure the both of us could hear it. Now, I said I would fight back, but it's easier said than done. When facing truly frightening situations, often times I freeze up. Unfortunately making me the perfect target.
So I began pleading, "I wouldn't be fun to kill, I swear. Please don't Jensen Ackles."
"What kind of dream did you have?" An amused voice asks me.
Doesn't sound like Jensen Ackles, but definitely a man. I looked up and squinted into his face. I couldn't really make anything out. "Um, aren't I dreaming now?"
He laughed. "No, Kylie, you are conscious right now." I felt his hands grip my shoulders and shake me lightly, probably to wake me up, but it only made my headache worse, and everything physically started to spin.
My legs gave out, but the man caught me. "Kylie?" he sounded worried. "Kylie! Are you okay?"
His voice lulled my eyelids shut. Or maybe that was just me trying to calm myself down before I threw up all over this man.
I opened my eyes again suddenly. I felt weary, but not as bad as before. I was by myself in my comfortably
messy bedroom.
A knocking at my door sounded. Followed by a voice. "Honey, it's time for school! Wake up!"
"Okay, Mom." I quickly yelled back. Then I slipped out of bed and began preparing for the day. The contents of my dream already long forgotten.
