Spectrum

Chapter 1

"Shit!" I blur out the word as soon as my eyes make sense of the time on the alarm clock:

11:50am.

I have EXACTLY 10 minutes before my interview and I am NO WHERE near ready.

Now it's 9 minutes.

GREAT.

I jump out the bed faster than my un-athletic self can comprehend, stumbling on the books scattered all over the floor. When I reach the bathroom I quickly put my hair up with a hair tie, as I proceed to brush my teeth and AT LEAST wash my face, my eyes bloodshot due to lack of sleep. When I go back to the room, still padding my face carefully with my brown towel I search for the clock

11:56am.

CRAP.

I toss the towel to the bed and rapidly grab and put on the clothes that I picked out last night. Luckily for me I slept with only a bra and undies. Bottom-down tight navy blue blouse that accentuated by breasts like a gem, a tight black pencil skirt and black heels short enough to not make me look like a slut more than I already did.

Once I am done with strapping my last heel, I turn around to face the clock

11:59am.

Instead of thinking of another word to explode in my head, I run towards the door, grabbing my car keys along with my silver purse.

I shut the door behind me and run down the stairs and then the parking lot, my heels slowly murdering my weak feet.

But then something was wrong... VERY wrong.

MY.

CAR.

WAS.

FUCKING.

GONE.

I turn around to see if it was some type of joke and that my car was going to be right there, but all I find is flashing lights and tons of yelling. My mind was not in the right place. The ground felt uneasy. Everything felt unreal. The only thing I had in my head at the moment was to get out of the parking lot as soon as possible and call the police to find where the hell my car was.

But when I turned back around to face the empty parking lot, A swarm of people all the way from Young adults to middle-aged college students, holding up signs that read "They aren't real" or "The Legenders are a lie" to even "You are a lie" crowded all around me, and it was somehow crowding my head as well.

I couldn't think. My breath quickened and The walls started to crumble down on me. So many questions, so much yelling, Why couldn't they understand?! It was all REAL! All of it! And no matter how much I tried to scream my lungs out at them, my words weren't there.

Oh my gosh.

My words were gone.

I opened my mouth but there was nothing.

Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! NOTHING!

I gasped for air, sat up on the bed with my eyes wide up. Heart beat steadily fast. I was safe. Safe... Of what? I knew there was nothing I could possibly fear, other than those dreams. Those dreams made of broken glass scattered on a floor, dead. And My shoes weren't in the best condition

I shift my view as soon as my heart slows down. Sunday afternoon, still indecent in bed with Sorry Logan right next to me soundly asleep was less scary than my dreams. But he had to go. THIS had to go.

I shook him to wake up and leave, honestly more because I wasn't in the mood to make no one breakfast. Not even for myself.

He left right away, at least saying his usual goodbye and also thanking me for the night.

Note that, I was fully aware that sleeping with a 27 year-old high school drop out who works at the closest gas station and still lives with his parents wasn't a good idea, but it also wasn't the best idea to sleep with the local 19 year-old freak of the town, college drop out, who lives by herself and rather work than entertain herself.

But He knew he was probably going to be back anyway, just like the other hundred times before, so we didn't have the need to make anything "official" or nothing like that.

So, the second he was out the door, I put on a gray sport bra I had laying around near me and a clean pair of undies. I brushed my teeth and tied my hair up semi-neatly in a messy bun.

I checked the clock and it was still early in the afternoon. 1:35 pm. This is the latest i've ever woken up on a Sunday. New record for me thats for sure.

I slide up a pair of black jeans and put on one of those basic Forever 21 v-necks, that i've had around for—as you would guess—forever. So it was a little torn and not in the best qualities. I also took my (horribly torn and ripped) pair of black converse, with holes on both sides of where the pinkies were, and quickly fitted them and tied them up, with black socks to at least look like the holes didn't exist.

I pick up my car keys and my wallet from their usual spot along with a leather jacket I have always laying around. When i step out I close the door behind me, and automatically shift my head down as my shoes stumble upon something. The news paper?

Local University's History Professor passes away after tragic vehicle accident.

...the head article read. I checked the date and it seemed to be an old news paper from a week ago. But why was this on my front door instead of the new one?

"Guess they made a mistake..." I muttered as I picked it up and threw it in the trash can on my way down the stairs.

I look at my parking lot with my lungs sucked in and I sigh in relief. My car was there. Right where it was supposed to be. This dreams were slowly taking a toll on me.

I hopped on the seat and turned the key on the ignition, and closed the car door and kinda just sat there with my eyes closed for a moment as the radio played Glass Animal's "Gooey" from their album that I got for christmas last year.

It was peaceful. Very peaceful.

Too peaceful.

"Miss" A voice said that send me jumping out of my seat, turning my body to face the guy that was sitting in my back seat. "Didn't mean to startle you but I had to speak to you. Due to well, you can't get a bloody clue to save yourself."

He spoke with a very detailed sort of british accent. Way different than the ones i've heard on TV or from videos on the internet.

My mouth hang open as he reached for the volume knob on the radio and lowered a little, then he began again. "Very well, I was not planning on making this very much long anyhow, so hear me out, because I am terribly bad with introductions."

"Make it quick and get the hell out of my car" I said as firmly as I could, which wasn't anything threatning for his sake.

"My name is Dynadin Risen, Prince Of Shadows, and I regret to inform you that your father has been murdered."

What?