Chapter 1
I shot up in bed, with sweat covering my body, making my bangs stick to my face as I look in deep breaths to try and stop my racing heart beat. I pried my hands from the sheets and quickly walked into my bathroom that's a jointed to my room. As I put my hands on the sink counter, I looked up into the mirror and started mumbling to myself, "it's only a dream; it happened ten years ago, I'm okay."
I let out a shaky breath and stumbled over to my shower, turned it on and stepped under the warm water, letting it soak up my nerves and push the nightmare away. When I got out of the shower I felt better and I could focus and what I had to do today. I have to go to school, which means that my head has to be in the game and I need to focus and get through the day.
I quickly got dressed in a quarter forest green button up shirt with a light brown camisole underneath, dark blue skinny Mudd jeans, my toms, my colorful zebra jackets, and a beanie over the braid covering my back. With my backpack thrown over my shoulder and a granola bar shoved into my mouth I quickly walked towards school. When I got to school, I got there right on time because the five minute bell rang and I quickly walked towards my AP European History class. When I got into class I handed my teacher my homework and quickly sat down in my seat and waited for everyone to come into class.
When everyone got there and the bell rang, Mrs. Quest started droning on and on about what I already knew and I just pretended to do notes, instead I doodled on my notebook. When class ended I then went to health and that class droned on just like history. All of my other classes were like that and when it was time to leave I was out the door before anyone else.
As I walked out of the door, I saw everybody chatting and talking to people, but I didn't stop, I just kept on walking. Sometimes it was a good thing not having friends, but sometimes it wasn't because I couldn't talk to someone about my life or learn about them and just laugh. But my life isn't all that fun and I know that no one would want to be friends with the girl that has no family. That lives by herself on the edge of town with no one to care for.
I just shook the thoughts from my head and kept on walking with my head down, looking at my feet. As I turned the corner on to my street, I ran into someone and fell on the ground. My bag fell off my shoulder and all of my books tumbled out, on to the sidewalk. I saw the person lean down to help me but I brushed him off, shoved them into my bag as I stood up. I moved by the stranger, but stopped when his musical voice came from behind me.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry I did not mean to run into you." The familiar voice from my dream spoke from behind me.
"I'm fine," I mumble, making myself walk away from him, towards my house. When I got to my house and opened up the door, I tumbled into the room and started to pace as the events came down on me.
My nightmare is becoming real, he is here and I do not know why. Why is he here? Why are my dreams starting up again? I haven't dream of that night in forever and now they are suddenly back when he comes into town. I left my home town after what had happened and now that day is coming back to haunt me.
I just hope that whatever is going to happen doesn't have anything to do with him and that my life will just go on how it is.
But when has life ever been that nice to me?
I know that this is way over due and very late but... not much I can do. I just don't have the time anymore. But I updated so... bye.