Prologue
::.Kiara’s POV.::
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"Will it hurt?" I asked the man who stood in front of me, he was covered with blood, it was making me feel a little bit nauseous. His eyes were turning so red and even though it was night, I could still see them glowing.
"It will, but I promise you the pain will stop after some time." He answered. I start to approach him, still a bit scared. He had this aura on him, it was evil. I could sense no good, just pure darkness.
As I began to move towards him, I felt a sting in my heart, ouch...
"Kiara! No!", the mysterious man yelled. I began to lose the little bit of energy I had in me.
I then saw another man coming, he looked at me, laying on the ground with blood coming out. He looked like an angel, but he also resembled the mysterious man in front of me with eyes as red as blood.
"Get them! Now!" The mysterious man yelled. His voice sounded a bit broken but I could still make out his commanding tone. Everything then started to get dark, everything was...fading.
*beep beep beep*
My 7:20 AM alarm started to go off, and I woke up with my heart beating so fast as if I had just ran a 15 miles marathon.
"These nightmares are getting a little too real." I say turning off the annoying sound.
I have been having these dreams ever since I could remember. But, this is the first one I see myself dying in.
"Why do I keep having these nightmares?" I ask myself.
Ugh, I need to go get ready for work. I won't let these nightmares get the best of me. They are just dreams... right?
I then got up from my bed and made my way into the bathroom. I look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I looked like a mess.
You'd think I just woke up from a nap, and I'd look so pretty like those girls in the movies. Yeah, 'beauty sleep' my ass.
My 4C hair was everywhere, I should have braided them last night.
My name is Kiara Belveron. I’m a 24- year- old brown skinned girl. Yes, I’m black. I finished college about over a year ago. I work as a CNA at HNH- Hillseau Nursing Home. Things are going pretty well there. I've always wanted to work in the medical field. Specifically a cardiac nurse. I try to work as hard as I can to earn enough money and pay for my tuition, and I also get some nursing experience working with my patients at HNH.
My mom is Melissa Belveron. She is really the only light in my life. It's only been me and her ever since I can remember. She does her best to raise me all by herself, and I have the utmost respect for her. I would do just about anything to see her happy, she is the only family I have.
She also works as a CNA, just not at the same nursing home as me. She doesn't make as much as me but, it's all good. We've been living fine in all these years, I don't think we'll fall out now.
I then took off my towel , and hung it over on the towel bar. I went into the bathtub and began to sing my favorite song, Dancing on my Own- Calum Scott.
~A few minutes later~
*That might have been one of the best showers I’ve had all month.* I thought to myself. I leave the bathroom and make my way into my room to get into my work uniform.
I had an eight hour shift today.
After getting dressed, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, where I knew her my mom would be, preparing both of their breakfasts.
“Good morning, mom!” I greeted her. She had already gotten into her uniform. I smile at her.
“Good morning, sweetie. How was your night?” she asked while cracking some eggs.
“Uh, it was alright.” I replied, pulling a chair from the kitchen table.
She turned around to look at me after putting the eggs in the frying pan. "You had those nightmares again, didn't you?" she asked, looking worried.
"Yes. But mom, it's nothing I can't handle, they're just some dreams after all. I won't let them get to me. So, don't worry about me." I say, trying to make her less worried, which never successfully worked.
She was as overprotective of me as I was of her. Sometimes it feels like we're both parenting each other.
"Kiara, you know you can talk to me about them right?" she asked, in a worried tone.
“Mom, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me..” I have never really told my mom about the things I dream about because these things are just unspeakable. Ever since I was young, I would just run to her in the middle of the night. She would ask me what’s wrong but I can never find the words, I was just a little girl with nightmares as wild as these. I didn’t know what to say. There is always blood everywhere, and I’m usually in the middle of it all. I have just recently started to see these two mysterious men in them. I didn’t want to worry her.
"Just please take care of yourself. I won't let these nightmares get to me, mom. I bet you they will go away soon, they can't stay with me forever." I try to reassure her.
She shakes her head in understanding, but I can tell she was a bit disappointed that I didn't open up to her. I'm just trying to protect her, my mom is very fragile. I'm her only child, and if I tell her about these horrible nightmares, she will just have a stroke. So, if not opening up to her is the only way I can prevent that, then so be it.
We then began to eat breakfast. It was silent, I tried to start a conversation with her to get her mind off the nightmares, and I knew just what to bring up.
"So, how's Michael?" I asked bluntly. I laughed when she almost spit out a little bit of the orange juice she was drinking.
Michael Wilson is our downstairs neighbor. I always knew that they had a thing for each other but my mom always denied it. I have never seen my mom with any man, so I try to set her up a few times or so.
I don't know who my dad was or is. All I know is, my mom got pregnant at the age of 17. My dad wasn’t the type to settle, according to my mom. She had told him that she was pregnant, and ever since then, he disappeared without a trace. My mom was devastated.
I don't have any family besides her mom. I don't know if I have any grandparents. Every time I try to mention it, she always managed to change the topic.
“Kiara, don’t even go there. I don’t have time to date,” Her mother says, wiping some juice off her lips.
“Come on, mom. If it’s because of me, I don’t mind. I actually think you should start seeing people.” I say, protesting with her.
"I'm too old to date."
"Ohh here we go again. Mom, you're barely 50 years old, what kind of excuse is that!"
She then continued to eat, trying to ignore me. She started to smile, and tried her best for me to not notice.
*I see that smile, mom. That's what I live to see.* I thought.
I started to smile looking at her smiling, and continued to eat my breakfast.
One way or another, I’ll make my mom start dating. My mission next month is to have my mom date someone. Someone who cares for her, who cares for her happiness and well-being, someone who’ll be with her through thick and thin. Someone who will make her... happy.
~After Breakfast~
“Thank you for breakfast, mom. Breakfast today as usual was amazing!” I say finishing my last piece of bacon following my apple juice.
“You’re welcome, sweetie. Just give me the plate when you’re done.” she says, getting up from her chair with her empty plate, walking to the sink to wash it. I finished my bacon, and handed the plate to my mom.
“Thanks again, mom.” I looked at my watch, which marked 8:10 AM. My shift starts at 9:00. I kissed my mom goodbye, then grabbed my lightweight puffer jacket from the coat hanger, my handbag, and my keys. It was a little chilly outside in the middle of October.
~After Kiara leaves, Melissa suddenly starts to feel light headed, and a slight migraine. She leaned on the kitchen table for support.~
“Oh g0d,” she said, with a whisper. She then fell flat on the ground, and everything went black.
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I made my way to the train station after greeting Michael. Work was about 35 minutes away by train.
I arrived at the train station, and waited for the train. It came five minutes later than usual. Already, the day has gone to a bad start, but I didn’t think much of it.
I then got into the train.
~Meanwhile~
*Knock Knock Knock*
No answer...
Their neighbor, Michael, was knocking on the door.
*Knock Knock Knock*
No answer...
He was really worried, the door was left unlocked so he let himself in...
“Melissa? Melissa!” Michael yelled in horror when he saw her lying on the kitchen floor, unconscious.
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::.Kiara’s POV.::
I finally arrived at my workplace. It was 8:58 AM, I had to clock in fast. I ran inside, and quickly clocked in.
I then saw Vanessa. Vanessa was on her phone, and my phone started ringing and Vanessa's name popped up on the screen.
"I'm here." I say after answering.
She turned around and the moment she had spotted me, I hung up.
Vanessa was my best friend. My only friend really. We met on our very first day working for this nursing home.
She had beautiful ivory skin, with long beautiful auburn hair. She was beautiful, and her make-up was always on point. She was chubbier than Kiara, and a little taller than me.
“Five more minutes, and Mr. Perez would have had your ass.” Vanessa said playfully.
Mr. Perez was our boss, he was really strict, and he cared about having perfect attendance. I honestly have no idea why I haven't quit this job yet. Oh right, my tution.
“Where is he anyways?” I asked, looking around and whispering to her.
“Don’t worry, he’s in his office. He won’t be coming for you.” Vanessa whispered to her back, smiling.
“I swear I woke up early this morning, it’s just the train--” Vanessa cuts me off,
“Kiara, honey. It’s alright. You’re not late, that’s what matters.” Vanessa says, trying to comfort me. She was the only one who really understood me in this nursing home, she looked out for me. To me, Vanessa was like a big sister I never had, and to her, I was the little sister she always wanted.
Vanessa didn’t own a car either, but she lived closer to the nursing home than me so she was always on time.
“Thank you for understanding. Truly. You’re like the only good thing that’s happened to me around here.” I tell Vanessa, self-assuredly.
“Oh, stop it. You’re making me blush,” Vanessa says cupping her face with her hands.
“But, carry on. Keep the compliments coming.” She restated.
“You’re such a glory hound!” I say, teasing her. We both started laughing.
“Let’s start working before Sir-Complains-a Lot catches us slacking off.” Vanessa suggested.
“You’re right, let’s go.”
~4 hours later~
*It’s almost time for my break. I better check on the patients before I go to the cafeteria.*
“Nessie (Vanessa), I’ll meet you in the cafeteria, I will go check on my patients first.” I told Vanessa, she nodded and I smiled over at her. As I made my way to my patient's room, my phone began to ring.
“Hello. This is Kiara speaking.” I spoke to the person on the other end of the phone, and what I heard wasn't something I was expecting to hear at all.
... “WHAT?!” I yelled in disbelief.
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(I know, this was too long for a prologue, but I hope you guys liked it. New chapters are released every Friday at 3:00 PM, Eastern Time
Till then you Anonylovelies <3)
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"Which one of you is related to Ms. Melissa Belveron?" The doctor asked.
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*What am I going to do?* I seriously thought to myself. This is just too much.
