Haunted

Chapter 1

His eyes, cold and dark, stared into me, making me feel so small. My breath was uneven as my mind raced.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"You know exactly what I'm going to do," His voice so coarse. "I'm going to do what I have wanted to do for so long."

"Parker, please stop. Please!" I plead.

"No, Chrissy," That name stinging my ears. "I'm not going to stop I am going to keep going, and going, and going, until you don't know what hit you."

My skin was drenched with sweat, but yet I was so cold.

"It's time, Chrissy. It's time."

"No! No! Stop. Please stop! NO!"

I jolted awake, tears flowing from my eyes. That's the third time this week I've had that, that nightmare.

That memory is something that haunts my mind every day and it's something I can't escape. Despite the countless hours of therapy and sleepless nights, everything has only gotten worse. I just want it to go away. I just want to go back to normal and forget about my horrific past.

I look at my phone to check the time, and to my surprise it reads 6:30. Time to get up and get ready for school.

For most teenagers school is something to dread, but I love it. It's something that takes my mind off of everything and allows me to escape into a different place for a couple of hours.

I hop out of bed and walk to my bathroom, turning the shower on and stripping myself of my damp t-shirt and shorts. Once the water seems hot enough I step in, letting the water wash away the evidence of last nights dream. The water soothes my nerves as I begin to wash my hair. I grab my lavender-scented body wash and begin to was my body. The aroma brings back so many memories, making me smile to myself.

I finish up in the shower quickly and wrap a towel around my hair and body. I walk into my room and search for some clothes to put on. I decide on some black leggings and a big sweater. I'm not really in the mood for anything different.

As soon as I'm dressed I go back into the bathroom to blow dry my hair and apply a small amount of makeup. I take really good care of my skin so I only use eyeliner and some mascara to make my eyes pop a bit more. Once I feel as if I look half decent I head downstairs to grab some breakfast.

As soon as I reach the bottom of the stairs the scent of bacon and pancakes fill my nose. I can tell my mom has something to tell me because she never cooks breakfast. I usually just make myself a bowl of cereal and call it good. The only time she makes food in the morning is on holidays, when family is over, when it's my birthday, or when she needs to tell me something. And it's the middle of October, so there is definitely something up.

"Morning Mama."

"Good morning sweetie. Do you wanna sit down? Breakfast will be ready soon." She sounds way to sweet right now. Something is definitely up.

"Uh, yeah, sure. Mom, what's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"You only cook breakfast when there is a special occasion or when you need to tell me something. And it's definitely not a special occasion. What do you need to tell me?"

"Alright, you caught me. I do need to talk to you, but I want to do it later tonight once your father is home. We want to be able to tell you together." She replies with a small smile.