My World Overtaken
(Hello there! Seeing as I haven't been on here for an EXTREMELY long time based upon the soul ((and sad)) reason that my little mini laptop broke because of my TOO hyper kitten; the recent and pathetic one chaptered story from the works of L.J Smith's "Vampire Diaries" that I failed to finish…. Well, to put it bluntly, the idea is now a dud. So! I am beginning a new fanfic about ANOTHER one of her amazing stories: The Forbidden Games!
No one can resist those icy cobalt blue eyes and out of this world sense of fun ((AKA Julian.)) And seeing as there aren't ((and never will be)) enough fanfic stories about him, I thought I might pitch in and make the world a happier place. So here it goes. Oh, and The Forbidden Games belongs to L.J Smith. Not me)
A gasp resonated through the darkness of my room as my eyes thankfully opened. I could feel a drop of sweat trickle down the side of my face as my sheets clung to my bare legs. A wave of nausea hit me as I barely was able to lean over the side of my bed, snagging my trash can, and hurling the contents of my previous meal into it base; if you would call it a meal…
This was the third time this week of me waking up in hot and cold sweats, but the first time the nausea was strong enough to make me actually throw up. Tears unintentionally streamed down my face as the last dry heave shook my body. Shaking, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and managed to push myself back onto my cool pillow after a moment.
The nightmares…. They are getting worse; and at an extremely rapid rate. If this keeps up, I am going to have to go to a doctor… or maybe a psychologist…. probably both, actually. I mean, who wouldn't have to go into a lifetime of therapy after the mess I had been through. Only a mere two weeks after my friends and I got off the plane. Two weeks of trying to make myself believe that it was all over; but I, Jenny Thornton, have been through enough to know that it will never be over. Yes, Julian may be gone, but there are still the other Shadow Men lurking in the night, finding the next way to crawl back into our world.
Not only did I know this through experience, but there is a reason these nightmares have been mercilessly haunting me every time my eyes close and my head rests upon my pillow. Images and terrors have been stalking through my mind. The things that have been chasing me in my mind made Julian's games seem like a g-rated film. Either I have completely lost my mind, which is more probable than I care to admit. OR something is threatening me, both of which seem very likely. I held my head in my still shaking hands, as I took a deep breath. The taste of my stomachs acids making me try not to let my tongue explore my mouth. I had to get a grip… I have been trying ever since this whole thing began. But then again, I wasn't the only one. All of my friends, Tom, we were all dealing with it in our own ways. Some better than others; Dee and Audrey for example were the quickest to show that they have been moving on. Or at least, that is what they are trying to make it appear like. Dee has been even more vehement in her self-defense class, and Audrey remodeling her entire bedroom and wardrobe. They come to school with strong smiles and even more sharp tongues than before. It seems like they are forcing what happened to be forgotten as quickly as possible. And who could blame them? If only I were half as mentally strong as that.
At the same time, Michael and Zach…. It makes me rather glad I am have a little more will left than they do. Michael has barely gone to school because he has so many psychology appointments. And Zach won't even go to school at all. He won't respond to anyone's calls. I was so worried a few days after we got back, I went to my uncle's house myself to see if he was still living there. My uncle answered the door with eyes a little more tired than usual and assured me that he was here, but he will only come out of the garage to eat and use the restroom. But I think Zach's dad is trying to help him… Just something about the way he was taking assured me enough that I didn't try to break down the garage door right then and there.
And Summer has left. I don't know if that is the worst, or if it is the best choice based solely upon that she still had the strength to at least get up and get a new environment. She went to stay with her aunt until who knows when. But it's a few states away so it's not like we can visit her or anything. She will answer her calls but she sounds so busy and happy, I don't think anyone really wants to bother her. Tom in my opinion is the worst. He goes to school, hangs with our group but really doesn't say much. It's almost like he isn't really here anymore. He is jumpy all the time and looks like he hasn't had more than four hours of sleep every night. In fact, sitting at our table during lunch has kind of become a torture rather than a relief… either is dead quiet as we all eat our food in silence, or Audrey and Dee try to start a conversation that ends in a fizzle. I think we are broken, and unless a miracle happens, the only thing that might heal us is time.
Seeing the situation, there is a reason I haven't told anyone about my nightmares. It would cause an uproar, and our group is hanging by a thread as it is. Summer, Zach and even possibly Michael have pretty much left us. And knowing that this is all my fault… I refuse to stir anything up again. Shaking my head as I try to get myself out of the state of mind I was falling into, I raised my head and peered around my room; half expecting to see eyes staring back at me. Not those cobalt eyes of blue; multitudes of malicious and ravenous eyes. The sad thing is? I am absolutely positive that I would stare back without even a hint of surprise. I am tired… and lonely. I think we all feel alone.
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We watched with hunger for more, gnawing as our tattered souls. The girl deserved the tastes of what was planned to haunt her every sleeping moment. But this was just for sport, time they had to spare. The beginning of the Act was about to begin….