What Lies Ahead

Hi guys! This is my first time writing a story. What got me inspired is my obssession to reading. And of course as readers, we sometimes have our own ideas as to how we want the story to go. So why not make your own right? 

This story might be a bit cliche. But it's only to satisfy my imagination.

Please leave a comment or vote if you like it.

Will be uploading the next chapter in a week, more or less.

Chapter 1 

So I just got off a bad relationship and I'm totally pissed off at Drake who thinks he can just take my virginity away & cheats on me with another girl. I mean he's not even hot to begin with. I don't even know what got into me to have even started dating him.

I guess I was lonely. He did give me a lot of attention. God, I just sounded like a total slut. But hey, not only physically; emotionally too. Although, I'm not quite so sure anymore if whatever feelings he said he has for me was real. What am I thinking, like the guy has feelings.

My parents died when I was 3 years old. I can't really remember much. You can say I have pretty bad memory. It must've been because when I was kid, I kept bumping into things. I'm not going into dementia or anything like that. I mean, who actually remembers most of their childhood days? Please raise your hand.*

So I'd let my uncle repeat the story to me whenever he gets the chance. Oh yeah, I'm living with my uncle now. Not that I see him everyday anyway. So it's mostly just me and the maids. The guy practically lives in his jet plane since he travels alot doing God knows what. I don't bother asking what he's up to. That's just how we roll. I don't mind his business, he doesn't mind mine. But I know he cares about me. 

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It was dark. I look around me and I don't know where I am. Probably in the middle of the woods considering the dirt I just got up from, all the tall creepy trees around. But how I got here, I have no idea. 

Last thing I remember is being in my room doing my french homework. 

"You leave her out of this!", I hear a woman yell.

It's too dark and I can't make out much. I try to follow the path from where I heard the voice. 

"She's just a child.", there it goes again. I feel like I'm getting closer.

And then suddenly I see a bright light. There's screaming. I run towards the voices. And I fall back after seeing such a horrific scene. The woman that I probably heard talking earlier is now up in flames. From the corner of my eye I see a man waving his hands. And as I look at his face, his mouth seems to be moving but I can't make out the words he's saying. 

"You're not strong enough brother!", another man comes to view laughing in a mocking evil way. This guy just screams of evil. I feel terrified just by how his eyes are glowing in the brightest crimson I've ever seen. 

A twig snaps. I look at my feet. Shit. I look back at them. Both are staring my way. The other glaring, the other his eyes wide in horror. The guy glaring at me starts to move towards my direction and all I could do was run. 

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I am screaming as I fall off my desk chair. What the hell? Was I just dreaming? Oh thank God! I get up and wipe my face. God! The airconditioning is on but I'm sweating like it's a 100 degrees in here. 

I walk to my bathroom to wash my face. I get a change of clothes. Turn off my table lamp. And tuck myself in. Guess my french homework will have to wait.

I toss and turn around my bed. Usually when I lie down, seconds later I'm dozing off to wonderland. I just can't seem to shake the feeling off that there's something more to that dream than it just being a dream.