Hidden

Chapter One

A/N: So you made it to the first chapter of Hidden. Welcome aboard, on the rollercoaster of Paranormal, with the whiplash of Mystery and a feeling of sick Romance!

'The first step to real change is believing that you can do what you your mind to."
— Unknown

Another note: The book will be mostly in Victoria's POV, mostly!

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Chapter One: New beginnings.

A fresh start was the epitome of turning over a new leaf. It could be starting a new year or signing up to gym class. A fresh start is the beginning of change within one. Change could never be triggered by others but one's own self,  supported yes, but never triggered.

Growth comes with such change.

The nostalgia stirred in my belly as my calf continued pumping the pedals of a push bike. I haven't ridden my mom's retro bike since I was in preschool, if the scars on my knee didn't indicate how that went down, then I didn't know what would.

The warm breeze was a late night wind, that I happily welcomed riding through the rocky pathway. It fell into the hours of the early morning. I normally would never dream to set foot outside the house at a time past midnight. But here I was, one am struggling to push a bike on a uphill rocky footpath.

My inability to sleep, led me to binge watch the O.C for that past few days. But that ultimately didn't do for me anymore. So exploring the nature my neighbourhood had to offer was the option that snaked its way into my mind a few hours ago.

My parents were fast asleep when I decided to take off on their beloved shared bike. The luck I had, my parents would awaken and find their eighteen year old daughter missing from her bed at this ungodly hour.

However, the regret slowly disminished as the wind blissfully whipped around me, with Kiana Ledé's Wicked Games flowing through my rusty earphones. My eyes refocused back on the actively lit screen of my watch, perched on my wrist.

{3:06 AM}

I internally cringed, I could've sworn it was around one thirty, when I set off to my solo mini adventure. If I had any doubts of my parents awakening earlier, they definitely might be awake now. It really wasn't my fault I could barely sleep. My body clock forgot how to simply work. I was grateful to never had been a victim of insomnia but a recurring dream that exhausted my mental strength every night, told me otherwise.

It all started a couple of months ago.

I would find myself in a forest filled with ominous fog, that looked identical to our Virginia's typical wooded area. It wasnt the creepy vibes of the dream that threw me off.

It was what I found in that dream.

It was a outline of person standing on a cliff, not to far off the clearing from the trees. As I had more of the same recurring dream, I figured the person may be a male. From the muscular broad back and shoulders, with short hair that blew with the wind. The vibes that rolled off the individual gave me severe chills. But just like all the dreams I had, it was the only one that awoke me in a terrified mood. I would awake with sheets pooled with sweat and my heart hammering against my ribs.

My insomnia may have developed shortly after that, from my obvious avoidance of sleep. Sleep would only bring that same dream to me.

I snapped back to reality in time to grip the handle of the bike, almost flying off, if I had been out of it a second longer. I blinked a few times, I had these moments where I would unintentionally fall into my thought process, which large sums of time would go by without my knowledge. It can be problematic — social wise. In some cases, moments where I might look like I'm death staring at another human, but my mind is wondering about the new menu at Carla's Bakery.