Masks, sand and fangs.

chapters 1,2 and 3.

Chapter 1

I didn’t believe it all. I wasn’t a teenager that was obsessed with those stupid Vampire movies. I didn’t care whether they were ‘team Jacob’ or ‘team Edward’. It was all a fantasy. A dizzy romantic dream of a teenage girl who’s brain had been turned to mush. I hated seeing people long for something that we all knew would never exist. I didn’t let myself dream, especially for things that would never happen. Dreams just hurt people. Because dreams were always shattered.

The only thing that meant something to me, that truly influenced me was music. Music was my life. I couldn’t go a day without listening to it. This also separated me from all the other girls. Because I wasn’t into pop. I listened to rock, metal, punk, whatever you want to call it. Something with an electric guitar and heavy drum beat and I was there. If you compared my ipod to say that girl with the pink nails and pigtails there would be a heavy contrast. She says Bruno Mars, I say Marilyn Manson. She says Taylor Swift I say Paramore, Black Veil Brides, Blink 182, My Chemical Romance, Iron Maiden, Depeche Mode, All Time Low. But I didn’t care what they listened to, my music meant something to me.

I wasn’t really anyone. I kinda stayed in the shadows, if that was possible. I was about 5ft 10 meaning I was one of the tallest in my year, I had blonde curly hair which I always straightened and eventually dyed red. My eyes were blue and I had a alright figure. My nails were always multicoloured, they are black and red as I write this. I would be the one walking down the street in the green skinny jeans, converses and band tee. I had a good group of friends, wasn’t really bullied. I would be called emo, or weird on the odd occasion but that didn’t bother me. I was happy with me, so whatever, what did it matter to them.

But I always had this feeling there was more to life, something we hadn’t discovered yet and I wanted to find out what this was. I decided this started in the art room.

Pushing the door open, I peeped inside to see who was there. To my happy surprise the art room was completely empty. I had it to myself to create whatever I wanted. Throwing my bag on the table I walked over to the sink. I took a water pot filling it from the tap and grabbed three worn brushes. I then walked over to a draw taking out my sketch pad. I had colladged it with cut outs from Kerrang. Sitting down I took out my watercolours and ipod from my bag. Turning to a fresh page in my pad I turned my ipod up to full smiling and started painting.

Hearing a noise I looked up. I hadn’t realized the time, there was 5 minutes left of lunch. I put everything away and grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder as I ran out the door. But what I saw wasn’t the hall but billowing smoke. It rose from the end of the art block. There seemed to be a orange flicker heading towards me. The heat hit my skin making me jump and run back into the art room slamming the door. I needed to get out. Leaving my bag I ran over to the window trying to open it but it was locked and wouldn’t budge. Looking about I grabbed a easle and slammed it into the thick glass. Nothing happened but I did it over and over again until the window shattered into gleaming knifes of glass. The smoke had started seeping under the door so in my final struggle I dragged myself out of the window coughing and choking. My eyes were blurry and my head reeling, I stood looking for another person until I passed out.

My eyes flicked open, the sunlight making me squint. My leg was throbbing. I went to hold it but was startled to see someone standing over me. It was bright so I couldn’t work out who they were. I sat up and immedietly regretted it, my head reeled and as I thought I was going to pass out again they dragged me up and carried me into a building I had never seen before. They put me down on a chair and turned to face me.  ‘ You okay?’ they asked me in a strangely deep voice that made me shiver.

‘ Ermm yea..thanks.’ I stammered back.

The person was a guy I guessed from their voice, but their face was completely covered. They were wearing old ripped jeans covered in paint splatters, a black tee and red jacket. They were very tall, taller than me infact and seemed to be wearing a scarf over their face followed by a mask hiding the rest of their identity.