This carries on straight after the prologue...
Chapter 1: Time for reminissing...
19 year old Sarah Williams shot up from her comfortable position in bed, she had been dreaming again. Sweat beaded her crunched brow as she frowned, trying to remember what had frightened her. It had been another horrible dream, she'd been having them for over a week now and with tests on the horizon she needed all of the sleep she could get. She forgot most of what she dreamt, only a few things remained. Stone walls, statues and vines everywhere and her running, as if trying to get somewhere. But that's as far as remembering them went.
Sarah stared at her digital clock's red numbers, 6:00am. She always woke up at this time, not for any reason as classes didn't start early for her, it was weird. She shifted in bed and stretched out her arm blindly to the side of her, she heard a gentle chink as her fingernails met with the glass beside her, smiling she moved her hand to clasp the glass and drank greedily from it. The glass was always topped up at her nightstand as she had a dry mouth every morning she awoke, like something in her dreams was frightening her. She put the glass back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand unceremoniously, then lay back down to stare at the ceiling for a while as she pondered to pass the time.
She had been studying drama for 2 years at Hertforshire college now and she lived in a shared college flat with a few students as her neighbours since she could no longer stand living at her home. She had ceased to have contact with her father after the blazing row they had after he had learned she planned to follow up in her drama at college. Karen had swayed him to the idea that Sarah would make a good secretary, 'people always want secretary's, no sense prolonging her foolish dreams of becoming an actress, she wants a nice steady job...' she remembered those words from that venemous mouth, twisting everything that Sarah wanted to do with her life and making her own father believe it would be better for her. Yeah, better and 'boooring.'
Sarah sighed and rubbed her hand across her brow. It wasn't like she was doing bad for herself though, she thought as she surveyed her small, yet comfortable room. The wall paper had been left from the last lot of teens and was a powder blue, the carpet had been left also, a darker shade of blue, not bad. It was small but she had managed to fit in her single bed, her desk with the mirror and a small yet well-loved bookcase, filled to the brim with all her reading material. That was all she had now, her books and trinkets to keep her company. She didn't mind though-getting attached to people left you bruised and shaken, after all there was Brain-"Ack! Why do I have to remember!" She rolled over in a mood with herself, it was almost the aniversary of when they had split.
Brian had been 21 and just looking for a bit of fun, Sarah had not known this. He had won her over by showing interest in her acting and her performances, no-one had done that before, except her little brother, Toby. She smiled as a tear made it's way from her shut eyes, she hadn't heard from him in ages. When she had stopped contacting her father-there too had been no contact with Toby. She sniffled a little and rolled over onto her other side, the red numbers glaring at her once again accusingly, 6:15am. Well at least 15 minutes had passed, she would wait until 6:30, she did not want to wake her neighbours too early when she walked down the hall to the bathrooms. As groggy as Sarah was in the morning's, she was nothing on them.
Kelly and Candice shared a room just along the hall, their room was twice as big as Sarah's, but at least then she didn't have to share. Candice studied Maths and Kelly art, she was in the class just down the hall from Sarah's drama one. The two other girls, Lucy to her left and Tracy to her right, she never saw much of. They were studying geometry and had days off that coincided with her college days. They had all met her though and had introduced themselves, they had been friendly enough but Sarah felt that she didn't want them coming over to hers all of the time so she kept the socialising to a minimum. She supposed that they thought she was an odd-ball staying in her room or going to class rather than going out and partying all night long and crawling into bed with a stinking headache only to wake up with a hangover and have classes to attend. But then again she was beyond caring what people thought of her, Karen was, after all, good for something. Sarah had been so accustomed to Karen's digs at herself that she was used to all the sorts of abuse one could ever endure.
6:30am, time to get going. Sarah pushed herself into a sitting position and threw the covers back, she swung her legs over and placed her feet on the thin carpeted floor. "Ah, I hate morning's," she grumbled to herself as she grabbed a towel and the rest of her bathroom supplies, she popped her feet into her slippers unceremoniously and left the room to venture out into the empty hall.
She didn't notice the crumpled flower at her desk that had once been perfection until it had been severed from it's kin in the vase. The light from an opened curtain shone through the vase and created a rainbow of colours which danced on the pale wall behind it.
The vase was made of crystal.
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A/N: Small chapter up I know, but then again I did post the Prologue aswell. Chapter 2 will be longer, I have already written it. I am just spell checking and makiing sure everything co-incides with my plans "Mwahahha!" excuse me...I have turns like that sometimes. Make sure to review to tell me whether you like the fic so far or not-or leave it until chapter 2 where there will be a bit more going on that this one. Ah welll, chow kiddies!
Chapter 1: Time for reminissing...
19 year old Sarah Williams shot up from her comfortable position in bed, she had been dreaming again. Sweat beaded her crunched brow as she frowned, trying to remember what had frightened her. It had been another horrible dream, she'd been having them for over a week now and with tests on the horizon she needed all of the sleep she could get. She forgot most of what she dreamt, only a few things remained. Stone walls, statues and vines everywhere and her running, as if trying to get somewhere. But that's as far as remembering them went.
Sarah stared at her digital clock's red numbers, 6:00am. She always woke up at this time, not for any reason as classes didn't start early for her, it was weird. She shifted in bed and stretched out her arm blindly to the side of her, she heard a gentle chink as her fingernails met with the glass beside her, smiling she moved her hand to clasp the glass and drank greedily from it. The glass was always topped up at her nightstand as she had a dry mouth every morning she awoke, like something in her dreams was frightening her. She put the glass back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand unceremoniously, then lay back down to stare at the ceiling for a while as she pondered to pass the time.
She had been studying drama for 2 years at Hertforshire college now and she lived in a shared college flat with a few students as her neighbours since she could no longer stand living at her home. She had ceased to have contact with her father after the blazing row they had after he had learned she planned to follow up in her drama at college. Karen had swayed him to the idea that Sarah would make a good secretary, 'people always want secretary's, no sense prolonging her foolish dreams of becoming an actress, she wants a nice steady job...' she remembered those words from that venemous mouth, twisting everything that Sarah wanted to do with her life and making her own father believe it would be better for her. Yeah, better and 'boooring.'
Sarah sighed and rubbed her hand across her brow. It wasn't like she was doing bad for herself though, she thought as she surveyed her small, yet comfortable room. The wall paper had been left from the last lot of teens and was a powder blue, the carpet had been left also, a darker shade of blue, not bad. It was small but she had managed to fit in her single bed, her desk with the mirror and a small yet well-loved bookcase, filled to the brim with all her reading material. That was all she had now, her books and trinkets to keep her company. She didn't mind though-getting attached to people left you bruised and shaken, after all there was Brain-"Ack! Why do I have to remember!" She rolled over in a mood with herself, it was almost the aniversary of when they had split.
Brian had been 21 and just looking for a bit of fun, Sarah had not known this. He had won her over by showing interest in her acting and her performances, no-one had done that before, except her little brother, Toby. She smiled as a tear made it's way from her shut eyes, she hadn't heard from him in ages. When she had stopped contacting her father-there too had been no contact with Toby. She sniffled a little and rolled over onto her other side, the red numbers glaring at her once again accusingly, 6:15am. Well at least 15 minutes had passed, she would wait until 6:30, she did not want to wake her neighbours too early when she walked down the hall to the bathrooms. As groggy as Sarah was in the morning's, she was nothing on them.
Kelly and Candice shared a room just along the hall, their room was twice as big as Sarah's, but at least then she didn't have to share. Candice studied Maths and Kelly art, she was in the class just down the hall from Sarah's drama one. The two other girls, Lucy to her left and Tracy to her right, she never saw much of. They were studying geometry and had days off that coincided with her college days. They had all met her though and had introduced themselves, they had been friendly enough but Sarah felt that she didn't want them coming over to hers all of the time so she kept the socialising to a minimum. She supposed that they thought she was an odd-ball staying in her room or going to class rather than going out and partying all night long and crawling into bed with a stinking headache only to wake up with a hangover and have classes to attend. But then again she was beyond caring what people thought of her, Karen was, after all, good for something. Sarah had been so accustomed to Karen's digs at herself that she was used to all the sorts of abuse one could ever endure.
6:30am, time to get going. Sarah pushed herself into a sitting position and threw the covers back, she swung her legs over and placed her feet on the thin carpeted floor. "Ah, I hate morning's," she grumbled to herself as she grabbed a towel and the rest of her bathroom supplies, she popped her feet into her slippers unceremoniously and left the room to venture out into the empty hall.
She didn't notice the crumpled flower at her desk that had once been perfection until it had been severed from it's kin in the vase. The light from an opened curtain shone through the vase and created a rainbow of colours which danced on the pale wall behind it.
The vase was made of crystal.
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A/N: Small chapter up I know, but then again I did post the Prologue aswell. Chapter 2 will be longer, I have already written it. I am just spell checking and makiing sure everything co-incides with my plans "Mwahahha!" excuse me...I have turns like that sometimes. Make sure to review to tell me whether you like the fic so far or not-or leave it until chapter 2 where there will be a bit more going on that this one. Ah welll, chow kiddies!