Facing Death (FINISHED)

Chapter-1

----------->Annabel (Anne) Fleming
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I ran.

The breeze flowing through my long, curly blonde hair as I pick up speed. The sound of song birds filled my ears, creating a beautiful melody. The feel of the sun on hitting my already tan skin, warming me to the core. It was peaceful, with no one around.

Or so I thought.

I made it to a medow, with beautiful flowers, tall, soft grass, and...a boy. His skin was pale, his muscles bulging out of his tight shirt, his emerald green eyes staring at the ground, his jet black hair swaying in the wind. He was sitting on the ground, his arms behind him, holding him up, and his legs straight out in front of him.

He didn't look up, even when I broke a branch when stepping closer. He looked deep in thought. It was a cloudy day, but every time the sun came out for only a minute or two, he would get an irritated expression. When I was right at his feet, did he finally look up, looking surprised that he hadn't heard me approach. But that flash of emotion was gone as soon as it appeared, replaced with a blank look.

"Hello," I say softly, afraid to break such a peaceful silence. "Are you from around here?"

"Yes, but your not," he says. His voice was deep, rough almost, sending a small shudder down my spine.

"How'd you know?"

"I know a lot of faces. Yours I do not."

"Perhaps you will."

I woke up from the same dream I've had since I first moved here two weeks ago. Sweat covered my body, my breathing heavy as I looked around my bland room. Every time I would wake up from that same dream, I never remembered who or what it was about. I know it's the same dream, because it had a familiar sense to it, if that makes any sense. Which I'm sure it don't.

No matter how hard I tried to remember, nothing came to mind. Well, nothing but a migraine.

I pick my glasses up and put them on, looking at my phone for the time. 5:23. I had half an hour to get up for my first day of school. Most people would disagree, seeing as school doesn't start till eight, but I like to go to the library. Total nerd, right? Wrong!

So I read for entertainment, wear big glasses, and get good grades. But if you call me a Nerd, I will bitch slap you harder than when the Berlin Wall fell down. I take my appearance like I take my hair-seriously. My appearance is what makes me who I am, the piercings, the tattoos. It's me.

I had sixteen piercings and thirteen tattoos. When people think of all the piercings, they mostly think it's in my face. But they're wrong. I have two facial piercings. Six in each ear, one in my tongue, and finally one in my belly button. My tattoos are another story, for when I have longer time to explain.

I get out of bed and decided to take an early shower, then blow dry my hair. Getting dressed in a green and black tie-die bra with black lacy boxers, then proceeded to put on some short, black jean shorts and a black off the shoulder top. Finally when my straightener got hot enough for my long, black, (dyed), curly hair, my bedroom door burst open revealing all four of my older brothers.

Brandon, being nineteen, took my straightener and started doing my hair. Jack and James, both being Twenty two, began looking through my closet until coming over and putting my black Vans on my sock covered feet. Finally, Kyle, being the oldest at Twenty six, took out my makeup bag and sat it in front of me. With team work, they finished my hair, tying my shoes, and setting out the right makeup.