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.::Part One::.

Missing

I've been told that mirrors show us more than our reflections but I've never believed it. Everytime I look at one, my eyes automatically close, afraid of what could lie beyond the reflection. My father has made sure that there was no mirrors in my room/bathroom in our cozy apartment. Even in my safe room, I feel fear in the same dream I have over and over again.

I see myself standing at an altar with a symbol called the 'Jocasta' and a circular on that made my brain cramp up considerable bad. In the middle of the stand is a rag doll that looks like a young boy is idly laying by other sacrifical materials. When I touch it, everything turns black and several feet away from me is a man in his early twenties with dark brown hair that covers his eyes is sitting in a wheelchair and sewing something. His body had or has been very well-toned and his dead pale skin tone gave off the impression that he was a vampire. To the contrast of his skin, the man wore a very intrique(and darkly gothic) black skin tight leather body suit that covered his body except his head, part of his neck and part of his legs(he wore matching dark brown high combat boots).

He is gorgeous, handsome, and very cute! While he was sewing, he sang a morbid but inaudible nursery rythme in a voice that sounded like sirens wailing and multiple ghostly children mixing to form the whisper like voice of his. I would come to him in my dream and then I would wake up with a really bad migrane and his voice (presumable) telling me to staying away from him.

No one would ever believe me that I dreamt of a handsome vampire and that I was in a it of darkness with him. I went to te hospital once and going to the Psyche(or any) ward made me sick to the stomach. Wandering upon who that mysterious man could ever possibly be, I've nicknamed him "Edward Cullen" since I'm a fan of Twilight(and he looked like an Edward as well) and the man could be a vampire for all I knew. I feel myself blush everytime when I think of myself as "Bella Swan" and he to be the Edward to my Bella(but I'm the complete opposite of her at any rate...)

The only thing wrong about "Edward" is the arm band near his left shoulder. It looked like it was made of aging clothe but it had embroided beautifully the circular symbol on it in crimson string. I can't stand looking at for even a moment but his face captures me like I knew him very well. He however never seems to notice me, he is always seemingly too busy with making his whatever kind of ragdoll. However, lately he's been less focused on his project and more on god-knows-what.

Well, with all of that aside, I began to comb my short blonde hair, occasionally wondering when I should re-dye y roots again. I had an orange sleeveless turtleneck on and a short dark green skirt. I put on my white sports long vest jacket and my high top brown hiking boots. My wristbands matched my attire and my left wristband had a watch over it. Leaving my room, I found my father watching intently 'Sherlock Holmes and the Hound of the Baskervilles' on TV.

"Dad, I'm going to go to the mall and buy some stuff for around the house." I told him, picking up the house key and putting it in my pocket.

"Alright Heather, be careful." My father responded as he got up and hugged me paternally, "I love you honey."

"Love you too dad. I'll see you later." I responded, he letting me go and I leaving through the front door.

I left my apartment building and went on the subway in a haste, wanting to get out and get some fresh air. No matter how hard I've tried forgetting, that dream kept on creeping back into my mind. Shaking my head and telling myself that it was only a dream and everything else was just, something freaky that could probably be explained. Then I heard a familiar whisper telling me

something. It was in a hurry but I could only make out a phrase.

Stay away from...they'll...don't go there!

Looking around to see if there was anyone who could've been talking. Finding that it was empty, I looked into the opposite window, I saw "Edward" in its reflection, the scenery behind him bloody and horrific looking. I gasped as he reached out for me but his hand did not leave from behind the window. I turned away, unsure of what to do. Then he began to speak again.

Heather, go back! If you don't, they'll-

"Leave me alone! What do you want?!" I shouted at him, my heading pounding like crazy and my temper rising.

I want to-

"JUST STOP IT!" I shouted even louder, and "Edward" smiled sadly and faded away with the grotesque background.

I panted, my head ready to burst and then I felt bad. Why did I get so pissed at him when he was there? I felt feelings that had no origins to them and yet I wanted to talk to him again. Swearing to myself quietly, I began to wandering was missing.

The mall awaited me anyway and I'm hungry. I think I'll go to that one hamburger joint that have pretty good hamburgers...

Next Chapter Summary;

Where am I? Who in the hell would ever think that this...this nightmare could exist!? Monsters are after me and that damned man, he must of lead me here! But he saved me. Who is this guy and why is he bothering me?