Title: Insomnia
Rated: R for language and intense violence
Author's Note: This is a "remake" of the Girl of His Dreams. I just was so disappointed in how it turned out I've decided to just start again from the beginning. A lot of the chapters will be the same but I've changed characters, personalities and situations throughout the story. So reread it and tell me if it's better than the first! ;)
Chapter 1
"Well here we are, 1428 Elm Street," Brian Webb tried to sound cheery. He gave a backwards glance at his two children, sitting in the back seat of their father's Cadillac.
"Finally!" sighed Patrick Webb dramatically. He was only 9 years old and very skinny and lanky. He had deep brown eyes and dirty blonde hair.
"Oh come on Morgan, it's not that bad," Brian shook his head as he looked back at his glaring sixteen year old daughter.
"Whatever," Morgan mumbled; the sex pistols blared from her headphones. Her short, straight black hair was tucked behind her ears showing off her beautiful dark brown eyes. However, the effect was somewhat ruined by the thick line of jet black eyeliner smeared under her eyelids. Her dark good looks greatly contrasted with that of her pale skin and dark clothing. "I just don't understand why you had to take this job in Springwood. There is nothing here. At least in New York there was some form of entertainment," she exclaimed coolly.
"I already went over this with you, Morgan," her father said sternly.
"The police are paid better here, the education is ten times better, and the neighborhood is a whole lot nicer for you and Patrick to grow up in."
"Yeah if you want to grow old in hell hole suburbia," Morgan snapped.
Brian rolled his eyes, "Fine if that's your attitude when you're eighteen and have your own job, move back to New York. Your always so negative, Morgan. Nothing is ever good enough for you. You should consider yourself lucky that we were able to find such a nice house at such short notice."
Brian parked into the driveway and turned off the car. Immediately Patrick jumped out of the car and ran to the front door. Morgan lazily got out of the car and stared at her new home. The house was painted white with dirty red shutters and a forest green roof. Pink rose bushes grew just below the window sill and the lawn had just recently been mowed. In front of the house were two large elm trees, opposite of on another. They grew to an enormous height and towered forebodingly over the lawn, shielding the house from trespassers.
Brian unlocked the front door to the house and immediately Patrick ran through the open door. "WOW! It's so big!" he exclaimed. It definitely was compared to the small apartment they had shared back in Syracuse. Back when their mother was still alive. The memory of Morgan's mother still haunted her, even though she had been dead since she was seven. "Daddy, where's my room?" Patrick asked.
"Come on I'll show you," Brian smiled. Morgan watched silently as her father raced her younger brother up the narrow flight of stairs to the upstairs bedrooms. Morgan followed them slowly up the stairs. She turned to the right of the stairs and walked into the room where her belongings were already set up. To save money on the move, Brian had taken the liberty of setting up their home ahead of time while Morgan and Patrick stayed with their aunt and uncle for a week. Morgan laid back and rested her head against one of her soft feathered pillows. She stared at the pure white ceiling for a few minutes, reflecting on the events leading up to this moment. From now on her life would never be the same, no matter how hard she would try and alter that fact. She blinked and rubbed her eyes lazily. For some reason her vision was blurry and the walls around her seemed to spin. In front of her she saw glimpses of a little girl playing with a doll on the floor. A man with slicked back blonde hair and chilling blue eyes hovered over the girl, smiling. The little girl jumped up and hugged the man…her father, who loved her more than anything. Her father lifted the giggling girl up into the air and held the fragile child in his arms. As their backs were turned, Morgan noticed that on the father was wearing a glove on his right hand. Suddenly the glove had sharp steel claws attached at the fingers. Blood dripped in slow motion from the claws and landed with a loud splash on the white carpet. Morgan stared in horror as the man carried his daughter out of the room and vanished. Morgan quickly scrambled off her bed and knelt where the blood had dripped; but there was nothing there. Goosebumps crawled up Morgan's arm, leaving an uncomfortable tingling sensation. "What was that?" Morgan muttered, "I must be hallucinating. I should just lie down and sleep for awhile." Morgan crawled under her sheets and felt the world around her dim and fade.