I scowled at myself for waking up again in the middle of the night, my shoulder-length brunette hair drenched with sweat. It was impossible to get back to sleep for the twentieth time.
Heading towards the bathroom cabinet I grabbed myself a sleeping pill rinsing it down with a small glass of water.
Closing up the cabinet I looked at my tired pale face in the mirror god forbid. I was having the same dream every night, the same dream that has haunted me for the past four years since the tragedy.
Climbing inside my lonely bed I pulled the covers over my exhausted body hoping by some miracle that I'd fall asleep without having to wake up again, screaming from what is trying to attack me in my slumber.
Flashback.
The last moments replayed in my head as I watched them in the distance.My father and mother seemed overly happy with the sudden news. My mother was finally pregnant.
I was adopted well so my father explained to me when I was 19, I knew I was different but not so different that he would blatantly shoot me down every day.
He was a hard man but a good man at times. I respected him, he taught me how to be strong to seek out those who were villains, those that needed straightening out.
I was at the top of our class.
He was my teacher, my tutor, my mentor, but he was still my father, not really affectionate but he was warming up to me since he found out my mother was pregnant.
After the disaster, I ran away never looking back. I missed them, my family, my friends. It was hard not to turn back, but I had no choice.
Their last words still echoed in the distance.
My mother holds my gaze, firmly placing her hands on my shoulders. "Run baby, she sighs run as fast as you can don't look back no matter what you hear or see ok just run you got it"
My tears were breaking out, I didn't want to leave my mother who was heavily pregnant, and if I just listened then none of this would ever have happened.
"Mom no" I sobbed.
"Go now bumblebee before its too late, I promise you I will find you now GO" she shouts the word go.
I stood like a pillar, my feet fully planted to the ground, I couldn't move, I wanted to protect her even if whatever creeps beyond the bush was sure to kill me.
Her eyes only leaving mine to the bush in front of her then back to me "bumblebee go now" she whispered.
What was she so afraid of?
"Please, mom come with me" I begged.
My mother rushes to my side once more. "Erin now is not the time now go please."
She only ever called me Erin when I wouldn't listen.
"Erin no-"
Those were her last words before I blacked out.
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Waking up I realised I was screaming and kicking in my bed again. My body ached from all the tossing and turning. I had to relive the last moments most nights causing me to have severe anxiety attacks during the day that was the best start to my morning.
6:45 am
Raising out of bed I decided to shower then head out on the road again. Checking out earlier.This part I hated just when I felt myself settling in, I knew my dreams meant it was time to leave. I Only ever dream of my parents when whoever was out there was close to catching me.
Everyone was a suspect, so I never made time to make friends, I just constantly move like the wind, silently from town to town. As heartbreaking as it sounds I was alone no family, no friends nobody it was just me and my teddy bear (laughs) yes I named my car teddy bear. A black 1989 charger that screams bad boy well bad girl.
Quickly making my way out onto what looks deserted I find myself driving along a road with minimal cars, or buildings or lights or houses just an empty space surrounded by trees and more trees.
It appeared safe, but then I knew appearances were deceiving so I was pretty much edgy, checking out my surroundings.
It was late and I hadn't passed another town in hours just a long deserted road that was never-ending, I hated this part the most sleeping in my car unguarded, unprotected, the thought of them catching me scared the living daylights out of me. I refuse to close my eyes double-checking my doors, it was way past midnight when I finally pulled into what look liked a safe campsite.
Hiding my car in between two big huge trees where I could finally closed my eyes hoping tomorrow was a better day.
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So hey guys this is my second attempt at writing a book, the first was pretty much not so good, so I thought I'd give it another try. I don't know I'm pretty much an amateur writer but with a huge imagination, I love reading and writing since I could hold a pen but yeah as I said I have no skills just a passion for writing I live it, I breathe it, I love it lol ...
Sorry this part is short I hope you guys like it so far if not we'll I'm sorry in advance that you don't I won't promise that it could be bad or worth the read but I do promise that I will update the chapters on a regular basis cheer :)
A/N please don't be too harsh on the comments I am human too ;)
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Dream Catcher
WerewolfHer dreams were the same every night. A dark black coat as thick as a mink blanket. A dark black coat that shimmered under the moonlight. The touch of silk against her skin, so smooth so warm. "beautiful" she whispered. as she glided her finger tips...