Chapter One- Something to Ponder On
Becka awoken, that voice shattering her dream, she rubbed out her eyes, her palms sweaty, her face cold and sweaty as well, she gasped and stared at her fingers, they weren't stained with blood, she pulled up her pant leg, just above her left knee.
She glanced at the scar on her knee, going through the front and the pit of it. She sighed and covered her hand with her face collecting her brown bed head between her fingers, she removed them, she walked over to the mirror.
She stared at her reflection, her brown hair with a red tint filled with random golden highlights fell onto her broad shoulders. Her face pointed and rounded, her cheek bones rather bony, and her eyes, her grayish-bluish eyes that seemed green when the sun hit them right concealed into their catshaped prison.
She blinked, batting her long black eyelashes a few times, that dream always came to haunt her, a painful memory always staining her eyes. The blood, the screams, the pain, his voice. She twisting a skinny strand of her hair, looking blankly into the mirror infront of her. Her nails long and painted black, her eye make-up from yesterday smeared under her eyes, but there was a stream revealing her pale skin color, she had been crying, apparently.
Maybe it was because of that dream, it's not so impossible, to cry in your sleep.
She looked over to the window, the beam of the morning light piercing her window. She shielded her eyes, the beam of sun hurt her eyes, she wasn't so used to the sunlight yet, she yawned. She walked over to her bed, she sat on the edge, her elbows leaning onto her knees, and her hands covering her face. Hearing so many voiced echo in her head.
She looked up, she turned her alarm clock to face her.
"4:45..." her voice trailed off.
Becka swung her legs onto the matress, she placed her head against the pillow, very flat and uncomfortable. She closed her eyes, trying to think about something, a pleasant thought, she thought about her family, but yet she realized, they weren't here, they were dead.
Mysteriously murdered, in the night of the blood-red full moon.
She walked over to her closet, she slid open the door, disappearing into wardrobe. Coming back out wearing a school uniform. Her skirt was green, and plaid. She was buttoning up her white shirt, which was covering her white tanktop.
She swung a black sweater over her shoulders, a broach pinned onto her sweater, it was green and a symbol of a lion was on it. She could not deny the fact she was wearing a school uniform, she walked over to the door, she twisted the door knob.
As she walked out of her room, she buckled her black polished shoes, pulling her stockings past her knees. She watched monks scurry by, in there brown robes, murmuring quietly to each other, she walked out into the hallway, he shoes stepping onto the flooring, with random stones placed into it.
Her footsteps echoing through the hall, joining the symphonies of many others, she walked down the stairs, walking past more monks and priests, saying her name and greeting her. She walked out of the main, big wooded doors. She walked down the steps from the entrance, she looked back upon the church, her home for eight years now.
She casted her eyes upon the forest ahead, her Alice will be waiting for her, her dear beloved friend. As she walked through the forest, her shoes piercing the snow. Becka reflected upon the dream. She had been dreaming that for some time now, but it didn't mean anything, she had never seen it before. But, was it coincidence that a piece of glass
shattered her knee in that dream, and she had a scar in the same place, not remembering where the scream had come from? She couldn't remember anything past those eight years back into time. She could only recall onto her family, each of them with a smiling face.
She sneezed, and rubbed her nose, her breath shattering the air with a stream of whiteness. She stepped into the snow, felling some of the coldness seep into her shoes, she slinked by a few trees, painted with white, and icicles hanging off them.
She stopped, she was out of the quietly chilling forest, she turned back around, the trees casing a shadow, like they did that night, she shuddered. She looked up onto a hill, a convenient home was laid upon it, Alice's home. She blinked.
She started up the hill, staying upon the path, the path was the only thing that was not stained by the snow. She was glad about that, she disliked the feeling of snow seeping to her foot. Alice had been her best friend for years, ever scince she was ten.
Her and Alice were as close as sisters, they were meant to find each other, she felt, to be together in this lonely world, to be sisters, to best friends. She looked around, walking up to the door, what she didn't know that soon she would be cloaked into darkness, into a mystery, something unheard of.