The Fear of Mind

|Prologue|

The soft beating of the rain could drive one mad. The wind makes a silent whistle as it twines itself through scattered leaves. With a lash of anger, the window slams open with the force of the wind.
Startled sleepy eyes sprang open. A soft shuffle could be heard as she gathered herself in the oversized bathrobe over to the window.
" When will I be free?" she wondered as she stared out at the endless black sky.
Wet drops make little rivers along her cheeks as they fall to her collarbone. Only when she closes the window does she realize that they were not only raindrops. Wiping away the sudden tears, she flings herself back onto the bed. With her cheek pressed against the scratchy, rough pillow, she reaches over to her night table and fiddles with a locket.
Eerie music threads with the room's silent sound, as she closes her eyes and attempt to sleep.


|Chapter One|

" How is it possible that everyday I run in that guy?" Serena mutters, turning the corner. Sneaking a look back, she stares at the arrogant jerk.
" I must be so lucky..." Her sarcasm never fails her.
A bell sounds in the distance.
" I have got to be the luckiest girl on earth," Serena mutters, as she sprints to school knowing she will once again be late.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.

" Mr. Shields, will you please stop that infuriating noise!"
Darien Shields glance up at the pudgy professor with the round glasses sitting behind his desk. " Sorry," he mutters, and places the pen down on the paper, then picking it up to write.

Scribble. Scribble. Scratch.

" Mr. Shields!"
" Sir, it's not my fault," he replied exasperated at his new, costly, malfunctioning pen.
The professor sneered. " One last chance," he warned.
" Yes, sir," Darien replied, busying himself with work.

Scribble. Scribble. SNAP!

" MR.SHIELDS!"
Darien glanced at the ink on his hand, just his luck. The blasted pen exploded.
" I suggest you get that cleaned up," the professor stated, not amused eyes staring above the rim of his glasses.
" Yes, sir." Darien sighed and picking up the malicious pen he walked out the door. Dropping the pen in a wastebasket nearby, he stepped into the men's room.
" Another day, another dread, another thing to add to 'Never to buy' list," he mutters, washing his hands. Suddenly he stopped in mid-wash.
Straining his ears a bit, he heard this eerie tune. "What?" Darien steps out of the bathroom, his hands dripping wet. Transfixed, he follows the music.

Serena hangs her head. " I can't believe she made me stand outside the classroom!" She makes a face at her teacher through the door window.
Sitting down, she pulls her lunch out of her bag. " Yum," she squeals as she begins to eat. A tune floats in from an open window. " What's that?"
With her sandwich in hand, Serena peers out the window. " Catchy tune..." She pushes the window up, and sticks her head out. Squinting at the sun, she tries to find the source of the music.
Serena's vision begins to spin as she listens more intently to the tune. Eyes glazed, as she shifts more through the window. Impatient to hear more, she stretches herself as far as she could to listen to the fading music. As the eerie tune vanished, Serena found herself plummeting to the uninviting pool below.

To Be Continued...