Just a quick beginning to an idea I'm working on. I'm really excited to see if this pans out. Feed back is greatly wanted! ~Tygger
Intro
Casey Carlyle tossed in her sleep, a worried frown playing softly across her features. The demons plagued her in the dark, nightmares of werewolves and shapes of vampires in the corner of her eye when the lights go out. The only escape she could still find was her skating, like she could leave the whole world behind. She never had to wonder about who she was when she was on the ice. As soon as she strapped on her skates, she cessed to even have a name, she was just pure feeling.
She could never tell anyone, not even Ann, but she heard voices sometimes. A soft whisper in the back of her mind, always telling her the same things.
You're the key.
The phrase meant nothing to her, yet it stuck in her mind like gum in hair. Bouncing back and forth in her skull, she gave herself daily headaches thinking about that one. The other whisper scared her, the impossibility of it being true was little comfort. She'd tried blocking it out, but even when surrounded by friends, it broke through. It was taunting her, giving her the tiniest sliver of doubt about who she really was. The other reason for her headaches was trying not to think about the creepy message that someone was planting in her mind. The lie the grew in the possibility of truthfulness every time she heard it.
Casey Carlyle is dead.