[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. :)

"I never thought I'd fall in love again." the girl admitted, making shapes on his chest.

He looked at her and ran his fingers through her hair, "Neither did I." he whispered.

She reached up and they kissed lightly, it was clear that they were very much in love and that they didn't want to be separated so they did the only thing they could do.

"If I became pregnant with your child, they wouldn't be able to keep us apart because our child would need both a mother and father." she said, putting the pieces together.

He nodded and closed his eyes peacefully, "Yep." he murmured.

The girl got on top of him and smiled down at him, he opened his eyes to looked at her with an eye brow raised. She leaned down and bit his ear lobe, pulling it down only slightly.

"Then let's do it." she purred sexily.

His eyes darkened with lust and in a flash he was on top, "Anything you want." with that they started.

Chapter Four

"Lucy, you need to snap out of it. He's been dead for a week now." Xavier said, holding my hands.

I looked at him and smiled, "I'm fine." I said.

Another lie, I couldn't help them from slipping out anymore. They just came out naturally, I was addicted.

"No, you're not." he whispered.

If this was a life I meant to lead, a life where death came to me naturally, a life where life wasn't worth living, a life that was like a tiring and lonely journey then what was the point in even trying.

To me, life is worthless and we only live to meet our end.

It's like God's punishment for us, an eternal life without our loved ones.

I closed my eyes and let some tears fall, "This isn't the life I wanted to live." I choked out.

"I know, Lucy but you're so strong. You're stronger than I am." he said, pulling me into a hug.

I held onto him tightly, "I don't want to run anymore." I cried.

"You aren't running, Lucy. You're facing your fears by reliving that day over and over again in your head, I sometimes forget how Mom looked but you have to look at her every night." he said to me.

He held me for awhile and I just sobbed, for hours and hours on end. Dad came home and he joined in to hold me, Xavier went off to work and Dad took his place. Carolyn was out at some party, that heartless witch.

After nine o'clock, Dad put me into my bed when I had stopped crying. He kissed my forehead and then my hand while saying, "You are so much like your mother." but I didn't respond.

My room became dark and I just stared at the ceiling; Mom is gone, is gone, and this person that killed them is still out there. Maybe they were killed by the same person, memories and flashes of that night I found Mom flew through my head.

I shot up in bed and looked at my clock, it was twelve o'clock already?

The clock read twelve AM as I rose from my bed, walking over to my bureau to get some sweatpants. I shimmied out of my jeans and pulled on my gray sweatpants, grabbing my sweatshirt from the other night and the second I touched it I saw all over again. I dropped the sweater and just stared at my hand for a few moments, this was just too weird for me.

"Stupid sweatshirt..." I mumbled, pulling out another one from my track team back in high school.

As I made my way towards my window, I tugged on my black UGGs, pulled my hair up into a pony tail, and grabbed my cell phone. It happened to be an I-Phone so it held music like an I-Pod, I grabbed my headphones too.

The window was already open when I reached it but I didn't waste time as I jumped out, my room was only on the second floor and for some reason I never got hurt whenever I jumped from high places. Sadly, people who try mimicking me always get hurt.

My teacher says I have a God given talent, cool.

The second my feet hit the ground, I ran forward. My breath came out in short pants as I ran faster, putting my headphones on and blasting music. I always went running at night during the winter, it felt good to be hot in the cold.

What if the storm ends? by Snow Patrol played.

What if the storm ends?
At least that's nothing
Except the memory
A distant echo
I won't pin down
I've walked unsettled
Rattle cage after cage
Until my blood boils
I wanna see you
As you are now
Every single day
That I am living
Painted in flames
A peeling thunder
Be the lightning in me
That strikes relentless

"What if the storm ends?" I found myself singing the lyrics when I crashed into something hard.

I fell back onto my backside and my headphones flew off, I could still hear the song playing until the water from the snow got into my phone and it turned off.

"Whoa, I'm sorry-" I stopped myself when I saw no one was there, I looked around.

How can I crash into air? What the hell happened? I grabbed my phone and headphones, standing up to wipe some of the snow off of my sweatpants. I couldn't have just crashed into nothing, the tree was a bit ahead of me so there was no one that I couldn't slammed into it.

My mouth became dry like it usually did when I got scared, my eyes began to sting again and the area around my eyes burned like hell. I let out a soft whimper and covered my face, "What the hell is happening?" I asked myself.

"I know." a voice said out of nowhere.

My head shot up to see a man standing there, but it wasn't a stranger. At least, not really.

There he stood, my personal hell.

I stumbled back and my back hit a tree, "How the h-hell are you real?" I choked out.

"I've been watching you for awhile, Lucinda Rose Miller." he said as he advanced towards me.

How can he be real? He's not real, he's not real!

The second he got close, I ran to his side and he was in front of me in a flash. I crashed into him and was about to fall back when he grabbed onto my wrists, "Let me go!" I cried as I struggled to hit him away.

He shook his head, "You should know that when you scream you only get killed." he said when he threw me into the tree.

I let out a pained cry and fell to my side, trying to sit up when his foot only slammed me back down. His eyes shined even brighter and that's when I saw his silver eyes at their fullest, he looked up at the moon with a sadistic smile on his face.

"My eyes are the moon, huh?" he said to himself.

He looked back down at me and I began to cry, "P-please-" he cut me off, "Please what? What'll happen if I let you go, Lucinda Rose Miller? You'll only go tell everyone that I hurt you and what'll they do? They'll want to arrest me." he said.

"I won't tell a-anyone, please." I whimpered, begging him to let me go.

His foot pressed even harder against my back and I let out a cry, "Haven't you ever watched a horror movie? The people that cry and scream and beg only get killed in the end, dear little Lucinda." he cooed.

How did he know my name? Why has he been watching me?

"I wonder how your blood tastes...maybe as good as your mother's." he mused.

No, he had to be joking right now. There is no way that all my thoughts and suspicions had actually been realistic, that they had been true. There is no way, no way.

He looked down at me, "And yes, I killed your annoying mother. She wanted sex...sex...and more sex! But the thing is that she didn't intend that I'd fall in love with her, did she? She used me for only one thing that your damn father wasn't giving her, SEX!" he shouted as he struck me across the face.

I groaned, "M-Mom wasn't like that." I choked out.

"She wasn't like that? SHE WASN'T LIKE THAT? That damn woman used me and then when she found out that she was pregnant with my child, she tried aborting it! Remember when you found her dead? Well, here's a secret I'm about to let you in on. That's wasn't even her!" he shouted, lifting me up.

My eyes widened, "Where is she? Where is my mother?" I demanded as I suddenly found the strength to get up and strangle him.

He threw me back again and I whimpered, "Where...is...my mother?" I wheezed.

"Oh no, she's dead but I didn't kill until after our child was born. He's nice and safe, warm." he chimed happily, he was so moody.

I reached out, "W-who are you?" I asked.

"My name is Vincent, sweetheart. Vincent Michaels." he said.

Vincent, so I had gotten that name right and the beginning of his last name right.

He grabbed onto the front of my sweatshirt and pulled me up to his face, I stared at him with wide eyes filled with terror.

"Lucinda Rose Miller, you aren't who you think you are." with that, he disappeared and I fell to the ground.

I stared at the place he stood,

You aren't who you think you are.

What did that mean? But I wasn't going to wonder now, I need to get home.

The sudden urge to make sure my family was safe shot through me like electricity and I was running in a split second, I was in my bedroom and had searched all the rooms in mere seconds.

What the hell...?

I sat on my bed and gripped onto my head, "Did I just...run fast?" I asked myself.

My window was still open so I went over, closed it, and was in my bed in a blink of an eye. How was I doing this? My heart began to race and I went under my sheets, trying to sink into the darkness as I did the other day.

For some strange reason...I didn't dream at all tonight.

So "Gregory" or Vincent, which is his real name, is real. Lucy is all shaken up by his final words before he vanishes and suddenly finds that she had super speed right after their meeting. Finding out that she never found her mother and that Vincent killed her after she gave birth to his child, that her mom had an affair and cheated on her dad?

Too much for her to even register, what'll happen tomorrow?

Let's wait and see.

~Katherine.