My room was the definition of obscurity. Blinking hard, desperate to see a spark of light, I still saw nothing but decaying blackness. Although it seemed as though I was going utterly blind, I spotted a shadow lurching across the floor, rising up and disappearing as it reached the ceiling.

What the hell is this? Some sort of hallucination?

I wasn't entirely sure whether this image was truly in front of my eyes or whether it was a part of a grotesque nightmare. Either way this was not a pleasant sight. The room twisted and turned, becoming much like one of those distorted mirrors you come by at a carnival, except this one was the opposite of fun.

I began to feel my body rise above the ground like some sort of paranormal activity, not being able move nor feel anything but goosebumps rising on my arms and a cold shiver of fear run down my spine . In that instant, I felt trapped. I had lost all touch and feeling, slowly descending into a cage within my own mind. If this was a dream, why did it feel so real?

And then I felt pain. A slice, a rapid tearing of muscle and flesh was sharp, electrifying every single nerve throughout my body. I could almost feel someone digging and twisting a knife deep between my breasts, directly where the remains of my heart lay. It was the most excruciating pain I had ever felt, and what was worse was the inevitable voice that echoed inside my head.

Terrifying, isn't it? To see how ugly you are on the inside.

You wretched human. You are not mortal, you are something much more beastly, even more so than a vampire would be. You are not a being that is worthy of life.

You are a monster, one who shall devour blood and life for the sake of your own. You think you deserve to be on this earth?

You were damned to Hell from the very beginning.

No... Who's thoughts were these? My own, or someone else's? Is there someone else inside my head, or is it my alter-ego? So many questions that will never be answered...

My heart, was high above my head, but it was still beating and instead of being a small piece, it was whole. The room, now bursting with light, concluded that I was the only dead thing left. The shadows had gone, and so had the intense pain, which was now replaced with a dull throb.

Seconds away from death, my eyes closed.

I awoke on the icy floor covered in sweat. I was shaking, my breathing ragged, my clammy hands gripping the area where my heart was ripped out.

"Shit." I breathed in a husky whisper. Such horror I had dreamt... Was it a sign, a premonition of the future, or just plain nonsense? Still in utter shock, I wasn't in the mood for contemplating the idea too much.

It took me a few minutes to fully recover, as my head was throbbing and my body was burning up, both from anger and fear and sadness and even anticipation. I was furious because I wondered why God would let such a demon take control over me. I was upset because of how many thoughts were rising inside my head right now, ones that are most likely to never to be answered. Fear arose because, well what if this truly did mean something? What if I am just a beast that is ravenous for life and power? I know dreams can be just a mixture of things that appear randomly, but is it possible for it to be true?

There are things I anticipate too. For a dream to be that intense, it must have some significance. Something has to happen.

Finally on my two feet, I walked into my dorm bathroom.

I sighed.

Grabbing my hair brush, I dragged it through my hair effortlessly. Feeling too tired to even attempt fixing up my appearance from scratch, I jumped into the shower and stood under the running water.

Thoughts clouded my mind as much as steam was clouding my vision and inhaled by my nostrils, the boiling water slightly burning my skin. I turned the knob to prevent the water from flowing any more, suddenly feeling a lot better than I was.

Wrapping a towel around my body and hopping slowly out of the shower box, I eyed the mirror with tired eyes. In this dim light, they appeared grey and lifeless, just as much as my complexion was pale and my hair was tangled and bland. My wet hair dripped water droplets onto the glassy floor, more also on my neck and collarbone, gleaming like diamonds.

I was looking at my face as though it were a strangers and not my own.

Who the hell am I?

Hello again! Sorry for the late update! I get writers block often so I have to blast my ears with some heavy rock music for inspiration. XD Anyway I hope you liked this chapter. I know the story is going fairly slow at the moment, but I guess that's the point...To keep you readers guessing and thinking about what's going to happen...

Well the thing is I don't even know what's going to happen! LOL I just write whatever comes to mind, so don't ask how this story is going to end because I have NO IDEA! XP

Feel free to PM me, I don't bite...much.

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