My Twisted Life

Chapter 1

Just a few short years ago I was living the dream. I had always been naughty as a kid but I never hurt anyone. My long, black hair was smooth down my back; my soft, pink lips never told lies (that was a lie); and my hazel eyes (back on that day, they were electric blue) searched the room. I was in a dark chamber, walking along the dark, damp dirt-path that led to a dungeon. I heard terrible screams. I had woken up gasping for air. As a twelve-year-old, you'd think I was nuts, most people don't have terrifying nightmares every night since they turned ten, but nevertheless I was. I stared up at my vaulted ceilings, painted white. My eyes darted to the canopy of my king-sized bed. My walls where still painted pink, the way that they always were. Did I mention that i was rich? All of a sudden, my parents dashed into my room. That was the last night I saw them before they disappeared forever.