**Ex**
I don't really know where I came up with the idea for this story. I'm already in the middle of two and now I'm starting something completely out of left field. It's not a good thing, but that's ok. The first chapter's a little weird, but I think you'll get it. If you're lost, just e-mail me and let me know.
I disclaim.
Prologue
She woke up crying that morning; it wasn't the first time either. The nightmares kept returning, she hadn't had a decent night sleep since. It had been six years, six long, lonely, terrifying years. She got out of bed and slipped into a robe. She walked into the kitchen, humming to herself to calm down.
As she poured herself a glass of milk, something caught her eye. A note taped to her backdoor, curiosity got the best of her as she walked over to the door and opened it. The note fell into the snow and she bent down to pick it up, a chill wind swept past her and the door clicked, as she knew she was locked out. Pocketing her prize, she jiggled with the knob, it was locked, as she suspected. Cold and angry, she walked towards the front. She felt the note and she changed her mind and went into the backyard. She opened her shed and pulled on the shoes she'd left out the night before. They were a little damp, but drier than the snowy ground. She pulled her robe around her and peered into the kitchen window, the clock read 4:30. Knowing she couldn't do anything until at least 6, she opted to sit it out. She walked into the woods behind her home, exploring and feeling more alive then she'd had in those long six years. She walked into a clearing and saw the tree house she'd built. Well, it wasn't just her; her new friends had helped too. She climbed the ladder, worn from all the use and mentally noted to buy a new one. When she reached the top, she was pleasantly surprised to find it so clean. It hadn't been used since it snowed, and after the storm last month she thought that it would be destroyed, but here it stood. She sat down in the middle, the carpet worn, but dry, and pulled the note out of her pocket. She didn't recognize the writing and tore it open eagerly. She read it quickly and suddenly wished she hadn't. The contents were a little more than disturbing. She hastily shoved it back into her pocket and quickly climbed down. She ran through the woods, towards the house and without a second thought, began banging on the door. Groggily and with a baseball bat, her best friend opened the door.
I don't really know where I came up with the idea for this story. I'm already in the middle of two and now I'm starting something completely out of left field. It's not a good thing, but that's ok. The first chapter's a little weird, but I think you'll get it. If you're lost, just e-mail me and let me know.
I disclaim.
Prologue
She woke up crying that morning; it wasn't the first time either. The nightmares kept returning, she hadn't had a decent night sleep since. It had been six years, six long, lonely, terrifying years. She got out of bed and slipped into a robe. She walked into the kitchen, humming to herself to calm down.
As she poured herself a glass of milk, something caught her eye. A note taped to her backdoor, curiosity got the best of her as she walked over to the door and opened it. The note fell into the snow and she bent down to pick it up, a chill wind swept past her and the door clicked, as she knew she was locked out. Pocketing her prize, she jiggled with the knob, it was locked, as she suspected. Cold and angry, she walked towards the front. She felt the note and she changed her mind and went into the backyard. She opened her shed and pulled on the shoes she'd left out the night before. They were a little damp, but drier than the snowy ground. She pulled her robe around her and peered into the kitchen window, the clock read 4:30. Knowing she couldn't do anything until at least 6, she opted to sit it out. She walked into the woods behind her home, exploring and feeling more alive then she'd had in those long six years. She walked into a clearing and saw the tree house she'd built. Well, it wasn't just her; her new friends had helped too. She climbed the ladder, worn from all the use and mentally noted to buy a new one. When she reached the top, she was pleasantly surprised to find it so clean. It hadn't been used since it snowed, and after the storm last month she thought that it would be destroyed, but here it stood. She sat down in the middle, the carpet worn, but dry, and pulled the note out of her pocket. She didn't recognize the writing and tore it open eagerly. She read it quickly and suddenly wished she hadn't. The contents were a little more than disturbing. She hastily shoved it back into her pocket and quickly climbed down. She ran through the woods, towards the house and without a second thought, began banging on the door. Groggily and with a baseball bat, her best friend opened the door.
