Lost: her nightmares might come true

Chapter 7: Rude awakening

Hey I'm so sorry everyone. iI know it's been like over year since I've done anything on here I just could'nt be bothered. But I'm back now and I hope you guys don't hate me.. :/

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Christina's P.O.V

I wake up, I slowly look around getting use to my surroundings. On my left I see a very tall but narrow book shelf with probably about 500 books in it. This isn't my home. On my right a see a figure next to me with a intoxicating scent that's filling up my nose making me drop into a deep sleep.

"Are you okay Christina?"

"Huh? Who are you? I croak.

"It's Damien! I can't believe you've forgotten about your best friend already!" he chuckled lightly.

"WHAT?!" My eyes widen and I sat up from the mystery bed and I look straight at Damien's face, "DUDE!! Were you following me? How did you find me? Where am I? Oh my God I'm going to kill you! We aren't best friends!" I look down and I see a bandage wrapped tightly around my wrist. I don't know what happened yesterday but something strange is going on and ever since that New Boy come to the scene this happens! And now I'm biten. "AARRGHH!"

"Woah kitten calm down. You need some coco, you're scaring me. I'll answer all your questions when you've fully woken up" He smiled at me and suddenly all my problems and the pain from my wrist disappeared and I felt at peace. I got up and walked towards the window. I looked outside and I saw nothing but trees. The beautiful big trees that towered over this house. Their leaves covering the sky so the whole of our surroundings was green. My breath was taken away as such beauty.

"It's beautiful Damien, what is this place?" I was still looking out through the window, captivated.

"This place is called 'The Beautiful Willows" he says as he walks next me. I can feel my body tingling all over as he walked closer and closer to me.

"How did you find this place?" I breathe out, still in awe from what I'm looking at, "This can't be real. This must be a dream."

"This isn't a dream Christina. It belonged to my grandmother, and when she past last year she gave this house to me so I live here now" I looked around the room and I see pictures on the shelves and on the bed stand. I see countless pictures of a short old lady smiling and along side a small boy with jet black hair and tanned skin. I heart began to race when I begin to noticed that the little boy is Damien. He was such a cute boy here, he probably had all the girls then! I don't know what came over me but I picked up the picture with Damien by himself smiling his beautiful smile. I began to caress the picture with my finger.

"Umm.. Christina? What are you doing to my picture?" he raised an eyebrow at me. I began to blush and quickly rested the picture back on the shelf. Oh God! What the Hell is going on with me? It's like I'm starting to like him or something which I obviously don't... I don't think. He's one of the popular kids. A Geek Girl and a Popular Guy would never work and I mean never. It just goes against physics.

"Oh I was just looking at your pictures.. I hope you don't mind" I look down at the floor. I'm such an idiot.

"Of course I don't mind, just as long as you don't do that whole caressing thing again" he smirked at me. I began to feel my cheeks going red when he smirked at me. Why does he have this effect on me? I've never blushed in my whole life and suddenly he comes into my life and everything changes. I feel the tingle in my body grow stronger and stronger almost like yesterday when Damien placed my head on his shoulders. I turn around and look straight at Damien, straight into his beautiful emerald green eyes. I feel them pierce into my soul, looking deep inside. His face expressions changed from shock, to anger and then sudden sadness all in a split second. It's like he knows my past as if he was actually there to feel my pain when my parents were slowly and painfully dying on the ground. I can still remember the blood seeping out of my mothers body, flowing onto the cold hard ground. We still keep eye contact and he walks closer and closer towards me.