[Summary] So her life is completely miserable, she seems to be just a walking "zombie" so to speak. That is until she meets the hot mysterious new guy that also carries some little issues along with him. When she begins spending way too much time with him she begins to forget her nightmares, something she needs to remember for some strange reason. But whenever he's away, she remembers them vividly. She begins writing in a journal about her personal thoughts and experiences. When his family comes to visit, everything comes up to surface. What will her next entry say?

I know my summary is a bit weird but just continue reading my story because I promise there is a meaning to this entire story, you'll understand when you read my story until the end. :)

"You said we'd always be together, Julius! You promised me that you'd love me forever and until the end of time...you promised." she said, her tears becoming hard to hold back.

The man stared at her with sadness swimming in his eyes, was this really what he wanted? A life of eternal damnation over his one true love? But maybe it was time they left each other in the past and start looking for to their own future, a future without each other, a future filled with happiness and life with no sorrow and death.

He reached up and brushed his fingers across her cheek, "I can't be with you anymore. This life we've lived together is nothing but a lie, we aren't really in love and you aren't crazy for me either. You need to lead your own life but just know one thing..." he whispered the last part and she looked at him as he leaned in so that his lips were just an inch from her ear.

"Know what?" she asked.

He ran his hands down her arms, "I'll always be here." with that he disappeared into thin air.

The girl looked around and ran towards the front door, she threw it open but there was no sign of her true love anywhere. Had he really left her alone in this cold and lonely universe? She looked down at her feet and closed the door, her hands laying against the cold wood for awhile.

He was gone and she could feel herself slowly dying inside, her heart was aching for him. Slowly, she began to slide down to the floor in her white dress and it became a white pool on the floor. Her eyes were glassy and she just stared at the wall, "He's gone..." she choked out.

Chapter One

What if life isn't as perfect as most people make it out to be?

I know my life definitely isn't, I've been alone since the day my mother died. She didn't really die, well she did but she was more like killed by some animal. I remember that day because I was the one that found her, I found her laying on the cold ground just in our backyard. Her lips were so pale and her skin so cold, her eyes were dull.

That day and those memories of her...I've learned to shove them into the deepest part of my mind, I've learned to forget what I don't want to remember and remember what I want to forget. A special talent, a skill I've nurtured over the years though sometimes those memories come to surface in my sleep.

Via nightmares.

For three years after her death, I had nightmares every night of the same exact thing. But in my nightmares all I saw was a man standing over my dead mother, he smiled at me as if it was some kind of joke or as if he actually enjoyed it. Obviously, he isn't real but to me he felt so real. He never approached me, he always walked away and fled before I could open my mouth to say anything.

All I ever found myself asking was...why?

Why would someone wish my mother harm? She was a very kind person, a pure person, a happy person, and a very generous person. She deserved life not death, death is only given to those that wish for it. That provoke it.

Like that man in my nightmares, he was provoking death by taking another's life.

In both dreams and nightmares no one ever really remembers the details of the things that happen and if there was someone there they don't remember how they looked, how they felt, or even how they spoke if they ever did.

But in my nightmares and dreams...I can remember everything. His cold silver eyes that shined in the moonlight, his perfectly straight and white teeth, his smooth pale skin, and his tousled black hair. Sometimes the scenery would change, his outfit, my outfit, and even my mother's outfit but something that never changed were his eyes.

Those deadly eyes that seemed to bore into my own, I could see everything in them. I could see the way he lured her in, the way he killed her, and exactly how he had planned on doing it. Was I meant to see all that? People say that dreams and nightmares have meaning to them, what meaning could mine possibly have?

I've never even dared to search because of the sole reason I'm afraid of what I'll find, those places in my nightmares...I've been to many of them before but there is one place I've never been. There is no place like it in town, I've looked and I always come up with nothing.

A large mansion; the exterior is white with large pillars, about six steps are on the front porch, a large white door leading into the mansion but on the inside it's completely different the outside. Red and dark brown furniture, all the wood is smooth and there is no dust anywhere, almost perfect except for the person I love most is dead within the house along with the person I fear most.

My personal hell.

He deserved a name as vile as himself so I named him Gregory Moore, it was fitting and it did fit his appearance. Though his eyes held a special meaning to myself so I gave him the middle name Vincent, it seemed to fit his eyes for some strange reason. Every time I thought of his eyes the name Vincent just popped up and so I just put it there, it seemed to fit in perfectly.

Something deep inside me doesn't feel right, every time I look around I feel like an outcast even though I'm not. I have my friends, I have my family, and I have a best friend that's like a sister to me. There again the question pops up, what if life isn't as perfect as most people make it out to be?

As a child I was always into things that normal little girls usually aren't interested in, my dad took that as a positive and began introducing me to the world of knowledge. Naturally, every little thing he told me stuck in my head for good and now I'm supposedly the smartest girl in world. But this is a very small town so I'm hoping someone smarter than me will just waltz into town one day and prove to everyone that I'm not the most smartest girl out there.

But I have to admit that I'm bright, I won't doubt myself but then again I'm not full of myself either.

Maybe Mom is proud of me in Heaven, just maybe I'm everything she wants me to be and that's all I want. I want her to be happy that I'm exactly what she wanted me to be, that I'm the perfect child.

Though I remember her stories of how Grandma and Grandpa wanted her to be the perfect daughter, they wanted her to know everything and speak several different languages. They were planning her future without her, she was supposed to be the first female president of the United States but that wasn't what she wanted.

Unlike her parents, she wanted to live a simple life with the man she loved most in the world being my dad. So that's what she did, she left home and started a family with Dad. She had me and my twin sister along with my older brother.

She got what she wanted most in the world so maybe she didn't die with any regrets, I just hope so.

Suddenly, the moon light shined in through my window and right on me. His eyes that shine like the evening moon. Gregory Vincent Moore.

Even though in my nightmares he killed my mother I feel this pull towards him, like maybe he is misunderstood. Those thoughts quickly disappeared as I went over my nightmares, each and every one of them. They always went back to Mom and her killer, Gregory.

No, he wasn't misunderstood. He killed my mother or at least he did in my nightmares, he didn't deserve my sympathy and I won't give it to him. No pity and no care, just nothing but a cold shoulder.

That is if I don't give in but I'm just as stubborn as my mom, she never gave up and I'm sure she struggled to hold onto life until the very end. I hope that when I'm dying I have that kind of will like her but instead of actually dying...I'll live.

So this is just like kind of like seeing what my main character is going through and her past, what she plans on doing in the future. What kind of person do you think she is? You can give you opinions by reviewing, I look at them actually. :)

I'll give up her name (obviously) in the next chapter along with her dad's, her brother's, and her twin sister's names. This is a story I hope on continuing for a good while until the very end, there will be chapters like this every once in awhile with not a lot of action but just her thoughts.

Please, continue reading this and review on my chapters because I really want to know if it's good or not. I would really appreciate that, guys.

~Katherine