Chapter 1
Sunday, February 9th, 2016.
Dear diary,
I had a really weird dream last night. I remember it so vividly..I almost thought it was real. It started out as a typically normal day. My alarm goes off and I get up and start getting ready for school. I throw on my favorite baseball jersey and some old ripped up blue jeans. I didn’t really have much of an option for my shoes so I threw on on my dirty, beat up, old chuck taylors. I sloppily put my hair into a somewhat messy bun and head downstairs….except I hear the faint but familiar sound of…laughter? Is that my mom laughing? No it couldn’t be…
I rush into the kitchen and see it empty, only my dad in his one and only suit he has for work. We exchange some words before I say my goodbyes and head off to the only building I dread walking into…. lol Andrecs Lincolnn Middle/High School.
It’s not a far walk…probably about a block or two before I am on the school’s campus. I walk a little slower than most people in my neighborhood because I like to take in the world around me. Sometimes when I see something interesting, I’ll jot it down in my journal and pain it later. I have been late to school a few times before because I’ll stop and admire the birds fluttering on the trees.
After what seems like about twenty-thirty minutes, I finally reach the rusted, creaky gates of my school. I take a deep breath and unwillingly walk through to the first building.
I make a bee-line straight for my locker, weaving and dodging through the endless amount of students. I almost bump into some but I quickly jump out of the way. As soon as I jump out of the way of said students, I fall through the floor… it just shattering around me. I look around and see that i’m no longer in the halls of my school…but a black, dark space that seems to go on forever. Like a void full of…nothing…
Where am I? The once loud hallways have turned into an endless void and i’m surrounded by nothing but the pitch, black darkness. Is this hell? Have I teleported to hell…? If so, where are the flames? The devil? The endless devil workers? There’s simply… nothing…no sound…no light….no people…not a single soul besides me. I feel something…wet. I look down and see my reflection. Am I standing in water? An ocean? I slowly reach down and put my hand in the unidentified liquid. After a few seconds, I retract my hand…red. My hand is red. I now know what I am standing so cluelessly in is not water….its blood. Endless amounts of blood.
I scream. It bounces off the endless void like it has walls. I close my eyes and after a few minutes, I open them….now i’m back in the school hallway…sitting on the floor.
I get up and collect myself before heading into the girls bathroom. After making sure it was empty, I glance in the mirror. What was that? What does it mean? Whatever it means… something’s coming…something big..and dangerous.
End of diary entry
