The night was dark, as if someone had spilled ink on the sky. I felt a strange foreboding feeling, and I didn’t have the slightest idea why. Nonetheless, I quickened my pace, not knowing where I was going, I just had a bad feeling about where I was.

My footsteps made small thuds that echoed down the abandoned street. Cold chills ran up and down my spine, and I heard another pair of footfalls in time with my own. I forced myself to stay calm, to not break into a run. Wiping my clammy, sweaty palms on the leg of my worn skinny jeans, I realized that whatever was following me was getting close. Too close.

I could no longer contain my fear and began to sprint. The footsteps behind me sped up too, gaining on me. I could feel their hot breath on my neck and their hand as it brushed my back. Finally, my pursuer grabbed me, and I awoke with a start.

~*~

Still breathing hard, I threw the covers off my trembling body and got out of bed. Pushing open my bedroom door, I tried to figure out why the dream affected me this bad. It hadn’t been that scary, but it had felt so real, and had filled me with a cold dread.

As I padded down the carpeted flight of steps, I tried to calm the erratic beating of my heart. I walked into the kitchen and glanced at the clock. 4:30 AM. Knowing there was no way I was going back to sleep, I selected a glass from the cabinet and was about to fill it, when the kitchen was flooded with light. I gasped and dropped the cup on the ground, where it landed with a crash.

“Kitty, is that you?” a scared voice called.

“Yeah Mom. I was just getting some water. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

I heard her sigh in relief. She stepped into the light with a weary look on her face. My mom, Tamara Small, is one of the most beautiful I know. Her dark curls hung down her back like a waterfall and her skin was the color of caramel. “It’s ok honey. I was already awake. Its just that I’ve been seeing a lot of robberies on the news.” I rolled my eyes. She gets so paranoid over nothing. She looked at me, her large almond shaped green eyes quizzical. Her arms were crossed tightly over her Nike sweatshirt.

“What mom?” I snapped. I wanted to go upstairs, into my warm room, because my old Spongebob T-shirt offered little protection against the cool air down here.

“Why’d you get up? You usually sleep till noon.” I sighed. My mom was way too perceptive.

“It was just a bad dream, nothing to worry about. Can I go upstairs now?” I said. I could tell she knew that it was more than I was letting on, but she just exhaled and waved me away. Once I was back in the comfort of my room, I decided to get out of my ratty PJ's and into some clean sweats. Sifting through my drawers until I found what I needed, I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

The girl in the reflection was short and slender, with fair creamy skin, green/blue eyes, and black hair. I frowned skightly, running a silver-nailed finger over the pale scar on my lip from a lip piercing gone wrong. The bright lights glinted on the septum piercing in my nose. I grinned, thinking about the day I got it and how angry my mom had been, but even in her anger had to admit that it looked good, so she let me keep it.

Slipping into the sweatpants and Misfits tee, I glanced at myself in the mirror again and grimaced. "Well, I look great." I muttered, cursing my thick wavy hair. I picked up a brush and yanked it through, bringing tears to my eyes. Once I was satisfied that it was tangle free, I pulled my hair back into a side ponytail, pulling it over my shoulder and leaving out my bangs that covered my eyes. Yawning, I saw that it was now 5 o' clock, and I was tired. I hadn't gone to bed until late last night because of a friends party.

Sighing, I walked back to my bedroom and switched on the light, chasing away all the little monsters lurking in the corners.

My room was pretty big, with a high ceiling and a window seat with a view of the beach. The walls were painted a dark blood red and covered in posters; Papa Roach, Mortal Kombat, Metallica, ans Pokemon, to name a few. My bedding was black and white polka dots, not that it could usually be seen because my bed was always covered in stuffed animals and novelty pillows, even though I was 16. Oh well, being immature was fine.

I had school the next day; the weekend was coming to a close. Ugh.

Plugging my iPod into the dock, I pulled up my music and put it on shuffle.

So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
I never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters
Yeah, trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
And I know
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
And I know, that's right
Never opened myself this way
And life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters, yeah
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters
Never cared for things they say
Never cared for games they play
I never cared for what they do
I never cared for what they know
And I know, yeah yeah yeah

This song rocked! I danced around the room, singing off-key along with James, until my mom knocked on the door.

"Kitty! I'm going to the store and to get my hair done.; I'll be back around noon-ish. Be good. Love you!"

I yelled an 'Ok' and turned my music down and took this alone time to think about my life. How cliche is that?

Notes

So, that's the first chapter of a new story, I already have a few more chapters already written, but I'm too lazy to upload them xD! So please comment, rate, and subscribe! Enjoy, my Duckies!!! <3