Learn to Love

I looked around, the room was musty, and dark. Lowly lighted with  tint of red. It was like a garage. Concrete ground, brick walls, and puddles on the floor. It was too dark to see what the puddles were. I was weak, and there was a pain in my neck. Sharp, like I was stabbed. Breathing heavily, I crawled over to a large puddle in the center of the room, to see a body laying there, lifeless. Blotches of red in her light brown hair. Noticing she was laying in blood, I turned her head to see who this female was. I gasped at what I saw. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real. It was..me.

I was jerked awake from the shock. Sweaty and short of breath, I looked around my surroundings. I was no longer in the red tinted garage. I was in my bright orange room.The only light being casted was by the occasional strike of lightening outside. I glanced over at my alarm clock, trying to steady my heart beat. 4:00 A.M it read. I layed my head back onto my pillow, trying to maintain the many thoughts that were racing through my mind. It wasn't the first dream I have had like this. It's always the same. I'm somewhere cold, isolated. I feel weak and injured. I find a body, dead. And it's me. In every single one. These have been going on for months, but why do I keep having them? 

Well, I'm wide awake now. No point in trying to go back to sleep anytime soon, I thought to myself, getting up and heading downstaires. I entered the kitchen, switching on the light that revealed the baby blue walls. Mom always said how it "brought a pop of color into the room," and "brightened the mood of visitors,". I smiled at the thought of my mother. Her beautiful, icy blue eyes and her white smile, that was surrounded by plump, red lips. Her dark brown hair that reached her waist, and how it always was curled perfectly, hanging around her frame, as if it was displaying her. Her perfect body, her hourglass shape. She was beautiful without even trying. I sighed, I missed her so much. 

I walked over to the the cabinet and grabbed a glass, filling it halfway with water, and downing it. I was exausted. Looking around, I spotted my father's bottle of Vodka on the table. I sighed. I might as well. I grabbed the bottle, and walked to the back patio to watch the strom rolling through. Sitting comfortably on the padded swing, and letting my legs follow back beind me, I twisted open the cap, and took a swig from the bottle. This was becoming quite a habit of mine. Almost every night. Drowning my sorrows out in alcohol. I was becoming more and more like my father, even though I would never admit it. 

My thoughts were inturrupted by the buzzing of my phone. Who was texting me so late? I looked down at the bright screen, and looked at the name of the person messaging me. Lucas. I smiled. "Hello, beautiful. Fugured you would be awake, you usually are. Anyways, if you are awake, and you are reading this, call me, because I am outside of your house right now. I love you. <3" I giggled, and punched in his number, putting the phone up to my ear. 

Lucas Ray Kilding was my wonderful boyfriend, and has been for the past 2 years of my life. He was always there for me, even way back in 3rd grade when I first met him. I remember it like it was yesterday. A group of 5th graders were picking on me, and brave ol' Lucas came to save the day. Ever since then, we were stuck like glue. In 9th grade, he asked me to HomeComing, and there he asked to go steady. Now, 2 years later, here we are.

"So, the princess is awake? I was correct." I could hear his smirk through the phone. "Yes, you were. Where are you?" I asked. "Well, right now, I am sitting in your driveway. Would you care to join me?" he chuckled. "Absolutly. Fair warning. I look like crap." I laughed. "I doubt that. You always look beautiful, Zae." I smiled, and I could feel myself blushing. His small compliments always made me feel like a child on Christmas morning. "I'll be right there, babe." I smiled, then hung up the phone. Screwing the lid back on the bottle, then hopping up, I walked back through the house. 

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So, sorry this chapter isn't that interesting. It's more of a Prologe then anything. But, yeah, stay tuned in! It'll defianatley get more interesting!! Thanks! 

- Taylorrrrr.