Spencer

Chapter 1

!Important! 

Hello Everyone! and thank you for choosing to read Spencer!  trigger warning  this book is undergoing severe editing and major revisions (including the plot.) I will be editing the story chapter by chapter until I have reached the current plot point. I am afraid this however will mean that perhaps between the edits of which I hope to do weekly there maybe cliff hangers and such. 

To those who are perhaps rereading you will notice that the plot has taken a different turn and I hope you do enjoy it more ( I think its more exciting) 

much love xx

Fifteen years ago

Rain cascaded from sky as they entered the theatre. 

The warm lights of the building looked heavenly compared to the dreary rainy city outside. The Theatres foyer was a cramped yet spacious area. Tall Pillars held up by antique angels carved into the marble.  Nicole had never been in a place so... grand. 

Yet she thought that about most places Alexander bought her too, he whisked her away from everything she new and took her into a wonderland of finery. He had really outdone himself this time however -  bursts of excitement ran through her body as he walked them into their own private box. There was even a cradle tucked into the corner for Octavia. Tonight would be perfect hell, she thought today was perfect. Alexander had spoiled her rotten and it wasn't even Nicoles birthday.

The show promptly began only before the orchestra could even crescendo - a round of shots pierced the beauty of Octavia Spencers first birthday.

Present

Dancers.

watching as they leapt across the stage. Their tutu's shiny champagne, small diamonds made them sparkle as they bent and twirled like leaves in the wind.

sitting in the otherwise empty auditorium alone in the crowd, watching their bodies contort. Then the music was slow and dark, the pretty dancers all ran into the wings as a Ballerina walked on, her costume was black, the stage turned dark as I watched the dancer, she began to move fast, her body was toned and she moved with passion and grace. 

She was on pointe as she twirled, I felt the stage all melt away. I watched her, the auditorium melted away in a pool of colour and I was now alone. The music was still eerily echoing around me.

then came the loud bangs, then the screams. 

My body flew upright and my lungs felt so tight as if I had never breathed until this moment. I turned to the clock  5:55 am the red numbers proudly announced. A groan escaped my mouth as I sat motionless in the middle of my bed, my covers kicked to the footboard and pillows lay in a variety of places. That stupid nightmare had been coming back more and more lately and it was beginning to annoy me. 

Sighing as I began to fix my bed and pull the covers back over my body - too early to get ready, too late to fall back asleep.

School was in just a few hours so I saw no reason to fall back asleep, I knew it was impossible anyways - no one can fall asleep when theirs screams ringing throughout ones head. Perhaps Mum was right in that I should reconsider going back to Dr. Carly she seemed to make those darned dreams disappear, even if it was only for a month and a half. Not that I was counting anyways. 

Here's the thing that sucks about nightmares, you cannot control them. No matter ho many Therapy sessions I attended or meditations I tried they always came back.