Heyloo All, This is my first fan fiction which may explain the fact that it isn't very good, but hey! Reviews would be much appreciated and so would constructive criticism. Thank-you, Enjoy!

Darkness Always Falls

Silence. Just as I liked it! All warm and cosy under an abnormally thick duvet, ready for a day on sleep. Life was good on a Saturday at least.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

I slammed my hand down on the ridiculous oversized alarm clocked that sat on my bedside table, Aunty Jane had got it for me for Christmas and mum had decided I had to use it! Damn it! I had misjudged the distance and only hit the side of the bloody thing, it had ricocheted of the table without turning off and was having some sort of demented spas attack on the floor, or at least that was what it sounded like! There was a tremendous crash and the sound of glass breaking, I winced. Dragging my head to the edge of the bed and peeled back the duvet just enough to see the damage. Oh dear god! How could an alarm clock cause so much chaos! The stupid device had vibrated over to the bottom of my set of shelves and continued to knock against it removing the makeshift 4th leg I had made after the dog chewed the last one to pieces, causing the whole thing to topple over, glass of water and all.

I began to pull the duvet back over my head when my Mother came storming in curlers and all brandishing a rather dangerous looking hairbrush in one hand and I foam covered tooth brush in the other!

"Crystal what the hell has gone on in here?" she yelled, throwing back the bedcovers, "Come on, spit it out!" I groaned and curled up into a ball, god the world is cold!

"Jane dear, Sky, I have called the Taxi, it should be here at 10:00, I am off to help them get step up, I shall see you there." The voice of my half deaf father drifted up the stairs, he seem oblivious to what had just happened.

"10:00!" exclaimed mum, "but that's in two hours! We shall never be ready in time! Amy, quick get ready, your dress is hanging on the banister, your choice of necklaces, earrings and hairclips are in a box in the bathroom and your shoes are my bed. I shall see you downstairs in an hour and a half, I'm off next door, Tina said she would do my hair, I want you ready when I get back!" I nodded unenthusiastically as she bustled her self out of the room and then crawled back under the duvet.

I'm Crystal Indigo Ellie Looper, C.I.E.L, ciel hence the nickname Sky as ciel is sky in French! Don't ask! Mum partly from France and found it highly amusing at the time (and now is the only one to call me by my proper name), but Sky is a fair enough nickname. I'm 15 soon to be 16 and am just an average teenage kid. Today is the day of my sisters wedding, only seven years older but getting married! Has the world gone mad! I have never liked weddings. They are just a chance for people to spend hundreds of pounds, which they don't have, on a ceremony to join two people who in, 5 years, if that, will decided they weren't right for each other in the end. Pointless, or is it just me?

I heard a shuffling of feet and felt the duvet being whipped of me and thrown onto the floor. "I said up!" Realising defeat I forced myself up and across the landing towards the bathroom. I glanced down the stairs and saw, just as mum said, a dress hanging on the banister, that is if you would call it a dress! It was more of a pompom, it was horrible! I picked it up and held it at arms length, the top half was alright I suppose. It was dark purple and a silky material, but whoever brought these dresses must been blind for the bottom part was horrendous! It kind of exploded from the waist down in frills, lace and, well just 'poofness'! No way on this earth was wearing it, but there is little chance of mum agreeing to t-shirt and jeans so I suppose I will just have to improvise! Now where are the scissors!

9:30 came and sure enough there was a knock on the door signalling mums return and most probably the beginning of a very large argument over my attire! I gingerly opened the door only for it to be flung wide, narrowly missing my face, by my flustered, actually ok-looking (for once in her life) mother.

"Crystal, are you ready for me to do your hair? Come on chop chop, the taxis going to be here in 30 minutes! Now which necklace did you pick? I personally liked the pink one, it goes with your..." a pause mid sentence, never good. Her eyes settled on me and she drew a sharp breath. "I am going to try and stay calm about this as too much movement may cause the edges on my hairstyle to frizz. What ARE you wearing?" I glanced down at my outfit, black and white Vans, black boot cut jeans with a black and white chequered belt, complete with a large silver skull for a belt buckle, the top half of the dress edged in black ribbon and decorated by a small clump of silver stars in the bottom left hand corner (the best I could do in such a short space of time), a sterling silver cross necklace and matching earrings. I couldn't see a problem. 5 minutes must have passed before either of us spoke, now this kind of silence I didn't like!

"Ooo what am I going to do with you? What have you done to the dress? Oh I can't deal with this!" she paused again and bite her finger and think, "Well there is nothing we can do about the dress now so lets just focus on your hair."

20 minutes, 42 hair slides, 3 hairbrushes, and 30cm of ribbon later and she was satisfied. Cautiously I walked over to the mirror to she what the mad old bat had done to my hair and I was not surprised with what I saw. It was horrible, pulled back into a crude bun and tied with a ribbon. Aww well, at least I got to wear my jeans!