CHAPTER 1; 'Acceptance'
Present tense
I woke suddenly, alarmed and horrified at the unpleasant dream that was filled with my biggest fears. I slowly opened my right eye, which revealed the twisted tree trunks being projected onto my wall and ceiling that swayed from side to side dancing from the night breeze; and reminding me that I should still be asleep. It's been a while since anything has happened, but I dont wan't to remind myself about it. If I do it takes over my mind and drives me insane. Coming across this was one of the most disturbing cases I have ever witnessed in my career, and probably the most disturbing, life changing experience I will ever witness in my lifetime.
I wiped the sweat off my deeply creviced face and glanced over at the clock sitting on the bedside table. Six a.m. Recently I wasn't getting much sleep at all. My head throbbed, I felt sticky and uncomfortable. I felt like I was at my weakest, and the pain is unbearable. I pushed the covers to the other side of the bed carelessly, got out, and crawled to the bathroom. Once I got to the bathroom I pushed my weight with my hands on the bathroom counter surface to try and help myself stand, then I turned on the light. I stood infront of the mirror, pushing my honey-blond hair from my eyes, and tucking it behind my ears. My pale green eyes staring back at me in my reflection almost makes me jump. "It was just a dream" I say to myself in the mirror, as if looking for some kind of reassurance from anything or someone. But I doubt anyone can help me.
I stood there for a few more minutes staring at the eyes in the mirror that supposedly belong to me. "Why me"? I asked my mirrored image. But I stopped in mid thought. I realised I was going to be late for work; normally I would have left the house by now, but that was when I had a normal sleeping pattern. I quickly smeared foundation around the dark circles that surrounded my eyes, pulled an outift on quickly, grabbed the keys and rushed to the garage.
CHAPTER 2; 'Discovery'
Later in the evening, while at my desk I decided to open the file. I don't know how I had such strong will to do it. But I did. This was the very file that changed my life forever. As I opened the folder my heart started to feel heavy, and my palms started to sweat. I felt so alone. Looking at the file was nothing compared to my fears and what ive delt with though, and in no way will anything make me feel like I do now, this was something I could at least face. As I flicked through the girls information I started to feel really hot. I kept skimming and skimming through the pages until I reached the page that was filled with the photos of the sixteen-year-old girl. It was these very six photos that led me to such distress. She looked so livey, elegant, and bright. She was a happy girl who was said to have plenty of friends, and a family that really cared for her. The pain her family must be going through is unimaginable. But I couldn't help but notice the colour of her eyes in the paragraphs. They had been hazelnut-brown, but when I last saw her the beautiful chocolate brown colour had been replaced by a bluey-grey mist of colour.
CHAPTER 3; 'The awakening'
A month prior
The wind wailed between distorted trunks, carrying the sickly stink of rotted wood. I moved faster, ignoring the biars that caught at my jean sleaves, the damp leaves that grimmed my skin, and the cold wind that slowly made my face numb. I continued walking through the dense woods, unti I stumbled across a stench, a stench that led me to the most frightening thing I'd ever stumbled upon.
I found her... the girl in the woods that had been murdered. Her remains ripped to shreds, bones fractured, and wounds to the head. She lay flat on her stomach with foggy-blue eyes, which appeared unnaturally white, pale, and glassy looking dead into the distance as if she were looking for hope when she had passed. The patch of ground she lay on was drenched in the colour red, and looked like it had been for days. Her puffy white freckeled cheeks drained of blood, and her mouth had no expression. It looked as if she were previously in tears, as there were black clouds of makeup that had been smeared around the edges of her eyes and on the top of her cheek bones. Her body was left at the base of a large tree, leading up to long, twisted dark branching looking distorted like limbs, reaching towards her and creating a pool of shadow at the edge of her feet.
Her vibrant, wavy red hair had been drooped over her right shoulder, revealing the most distracting thing of all. The symbols that had been marked all over her body, her neck, her thighs, arms and hands; veiny raised triangular shapes that were inflammed on the surface of her skin looking irritated and red against her pale empty skin. Next to the triangle shape on her neck was a symbol of a lucifer start, and in the centre of that star was a pair of black horns. Which I knew in my heart.. resembled the devil.
CHAPTER 4; 'The dream'
Present
It was precisely three a.m. when I woke up again. My body was trembling. I was covered in sweat from head to toe, and the pyjamas I had on were glued to my skin. My body was tense, and uneasy, as I struggled to breathe. I tried to think, I tried to track some train of thought to recall what I had just experienced yet again, but I felt too oblivious to my physical state because I was soaked inside of my own dread. My body peircing in pain and discomfort, I could tell, was trying to regain all the energy that had just been drained from it. The voices and the taking over were all too much to handle. It was like a nightmare that just came to life, but I didnt want to believe it. It all happened too fast and it was all too real.
Staring up at the ceiling suffering and fighting back tears and my breath growing quicker and shorter, I was frantically searching my mind for answers. The dream I had. Fast dark flashes in my mind. The uninviting eyes I saw in my dream, cold looking, black, and surrounded by an emotionless dark face staring back at me almost as if it were a threat to my wellbeing. The eyes looked beady, and it felt like they penetrated into my soul. Cheating, and learning everything about me. The voices I heard, all three of them different than the other, all saying the same thing over and over again. "You are mine," they would chant into my ear on numerous occasions. Questions flew through my mind. Who were they, and why were they saying that to me? Did it have to do with the case? Had I gotten myself into something that I can no longer get myself out of?
CHAPTER 5; 'The truth'
I wiped the sweat off my deeply creviced face and glanced over at the clock sitting on the bedside table. Six a.m. Recently I wasn't getting much sleep at all. My head throbbed, I felt sticky and uncomfortable. I felt like I was at my weakest, and the pain is unbearable. I pushed the covers to the other side of the bed carelessly, got out, and crawled to the bathroom. Once I got to the bathroom I pushed my weight with my hands on the bathroom counter surface to try and help myself stand, then I turned on the light. I stood infront of the mirror, pushing my honey-blond hair from my eyes, and tucking it behind my ears. My pale green eyes staring back at me in my reflection almost makes me jump. I looked away, then back at myself in the mirror and instantaneously my life started to flash before me in a series of pictures all made up from memories, until finally they were all blacked out, gone. I felt nothing, everything was gone.
I looked into the eyes in the mirror once again and was filled with horror. I've seen those eyes before; I know this personality behind them; in fact they were the same colour as the girl's when I had found her laying in the woods alone and empty. But something was different about my new eyes; they had a strong sense of evil in them. I put my hands down at my sides, looked into my eyes, smiled and said "I'm all yours" as I walked out of the bathroom emotionless.
