It Began With a Letter

Chapter One

 ~That in which I am Will become my Being~

* I inhaled a sharp breath as I struggled to breath. My eyes became heavy, and my vision was beginning to blur. It was a strange feeling, and I felt as though I could barely control my own movements. I could see my feet, running on the snow, sinking deeper and deeper into its depths as I attempted to push myself through it even faster. MY efforts however, were of no avail. I could hear them behind me, even closer than before, gaining distance at an inhuman speed, and my heart froze in terror at the thought that this was it. This was the end. I would finally be caught, and be killed. The chase was over. I shook my head in despair, pushing my legs forward with such a force that I could barely believe, I possessed. My thighs burned, and my legs felt like burning rubber. There was an unpleasant pit in the depths of my stomach, and I came to an abrupt stop, threatening to hurl at the sight that proceeded my eyes. The sky darkened to a deep red, and I realised that it was not the sky I was looking into, but the corrupted orbs of the being in front of me. My hunter. They reeked, and I recoiled, my nose burning from the raw, burned stench of dead flesh that they were omitting. They opened their mouth to speak but I heard no words, I saw a mouth move and then my vision blurred significantly, and I fell onto the cold bed of icy snow below me, barely getting coverage from the trees left in the forest. I let out a strangled cry as I fell, and something hard hit my head. I blacked out. *

I awoke in a cold sweat, flushed, and panting heavily, as if I was struggling to breathe. My covers had been tossed over the bed and onto the ground, and I was tangled up in my sheets, bound in the nest of cloth I had become a part of. I lay awake, staring at the light, creamy coloured ceiling, regaining my breath, and mentally trying to calm myself down. I gulped in the air, and took a few more greedy, reassuring breaths, and sat up. Less than a minute later, I landed with a thud on the floor after an unsuccessful attempt at untangling myself from my material prison. Now my light lilac sheets were scattered on the ground, my baby pink pyjamas, rolled up on one leg, down on another, clinging to my body in an uncomfortable manner. I got up, lifting the sheets and placing them back on the bed (I knew I would probably trip over them if I left them there), and stood up, looking around my room. It was medium sized, light, and simple. Cream coloured curtains hung heavily upon the only window on the far side of the room. A light lined pattern decorated the material in long stroked, somehow matching with the plain, line stroked, white washed walls. A wardrobe stood tall, on the left side of the room, near the wall in the corner. Running along it were cream and white swirls, mixing both colours in a confusing sort of way. Next to it on the right hand side a door to  the bathroom stood half open. My bed was a small queen sized bed, with a small headboard. A small bedside stool sat beside it, with a lamp, and decorated with a few small figures, bits and bobs. Underneath it was a small drawer. 

I walked towards the bathroom, saw my reflection in the mirror and sighed. My dark, brown, almost black hair was sticking up at awkward angles. My shadow brown eyes had dark circles around them, bag from not getting enough good sleep, and too many nightmare filled nights. Splashing my face with water, I proceeded to wash up, and get ready.