A Dance in the Dark

Chapter one:

         Silence... darkness... Where am i? I-i'm sitting on a cold floor? It's so dark, I cant see anything? I move my hands around on the cold floor. Cold ... wet ... I freeze up. I can't see anything. I move my hand close to my face. The smell of a sickly metallic irony smell hits my like a brick wall ... Blood, its all around me! This has to be some kind of joke. There is no way this could be happening. All of a sudden, something grabs me and yanks me to the floor. I cant move! I hear a menacing laugh. Coming closer and closer. I feel hands around my neck ... choking me. I scream!

      Thump! I wake up hitting the floor hard. I look around breathing heavily. It was just a nightmare. I'm safe in my room. Laying back on the floor i stare at ym ceiling. These horrible nightmares have started occurring every single night so far. Ever since my seventeenth birthday. I dont see why. I rarely ever had nightmares. I mean every now and then but thats if i watched horror movies right before bed. These nightmares were quite tiresome. I looked at my nght stand. 6:30 a.m. Knock Knock on the door. Right on time.

            "Carson, honey, time to get ready for school." Dad. Sweet caring dad. Its just him and me, ever since i was five. Mamma, she dissappeared one day. I was young then, dad left for work one day. Mamma dropped me off at daycare. Later that day, Dad picked me up and when we came home there was a note on the counter saying "Goodbye." That was it. All her stuff was gone. Everything. It broke dad's heart so bad. Mamma is a topic we dont discuss. I know dad still misses her. Well me, Im Carson Marie Nolin. Seventeen year old average girl i guess you could say. I'm about 5'7", weighs 115 pounds. I have golden wheat colored hair that spiral curls too my waist. Green eyes like emeralds and fair skin. I'm slim and a little curvy, im pretty i guess you could say. I mean i've been asked out several times ijust decline. Guys dont seem to interest me much. I mean im not all lesbo if thats what your thinking. Im just not attracted to anyone. 

            "Carson, hurry up breakfast is ready. You need to hurry Cameron will be here in a few." Cameron, my bestfriend since 4th grade. She was 5'4" chocolate brown hair that stopped at the middle of her back with caramel colored eyes. She was smalla nd had a bubbly personality, very outgoing. Always had a boyfriend. Me on the other hand i liked being secluded, it gve me time to myself and time to think. Cameron, she was the first one to do anything. She liked socializing and partying. We were basically opposites but i guess thats what made us so close. I ran down stairs grabbed some bacon and a piece of toast. Honk Honk. Cameron.