The Daydream

Prologue

A/N: Just so you are aware, this is an original story... please do not copy my idea. For those of you who recognize some of these characters, they are from one of my other ideas 'second chance'. I wasn't happy with the story though, so I decided to completely scratch it and make a book on a different one of the friends. I hope you enjoy this story.

Quick WARNING: this story is going to be a thriller/horror story but not in your traditional sense. While there is going to be some blood and gore (at the end), most of the beginning of the book will just have some unsettling scenes. This IS on purpose, just to make the suspense build. That and I like reading and writing books in this style.

Without further ado... Enjoy!

I jolt awake, drenched in a cold sticky sweat. My eyes fly around the room... my room. It takes me a moment to calm down a bit, though I'm still shaking when I step out of bed. Or when I tried to step out of bed. In reality, I was shaking so hard that I nearly fell on my face. I did have a purple velvet rug that would have absorbed most of the impact, but laying on the floor would not have been the most pleasant experience.

As I straighten myself into a somewhat upright posture I look at the clock next to me. In it's neon pink light it reads 12:57. Great, it was already the afternoon. I take a peek outside the closed drapes, almost being blinded by the bright summer light that flooded my eyes. I notice some cherry blossoms that have gotten stuck in the window frame. Something that is a surprisingly common appearance for me despite being on the 88th floor. For some reason, the warm light doesn't make me feel any better.

I leave my bedroom, realizing that I was still shaking too badly to even make my bed. I assured myself that I would make it later... That is, if I have enough energy to do so. I don't know why I decorated my bed with that many pillows... there was barely any space for me on the bed with all of the stuffed sea animals I had. I brace myself against the door frame as I slowly open my bedroom door.

Outside of my room is the kitchen and to the left is the table. I stumble into the kitchen a few feet from my room and immediately focus on the table. It takes a lot of effort to slide into the booth seat and when I do, I lean my head against the table. Squeezing my eyes together tightly, head spinning at the effort that walking a few feet has taken.

I open my eyes as I hear a small clink in front of me. Looking up I see the concerned face of one of my close friends Ai. He has long pale green hair that goes past his shoulders. Half of it is braided into an intricate floral pattern and his roots have started to grow in his natural midnight color that matches his shining eyes. He's wearing one of his favorite pastel green, baggy sweaters that I believe is a size extra large. Due to his broad shoulders combined with his love for baggy clothes, he often had to buy clothing three sizes up. Despite being four years older than me he looks much younger... something that initially shocked me.

He has just set a ceramic mug in front of me which I gladly grab. The hot mug warms my body, though I'm still shivering. My nose is filled with the smell of lemon tea that steams my face. I take a large gulp of the golden liquid, not even caring as it burns my tongue and throat.

"Do you want to talk about it?"