Him

Chapter 1

I wake up on the floor of a cold unfamiliar setting. Then suddenly feel someone eyes on me. Standing up unsteadily, I spin on my heels. Only to be face to face with the most gorgeous boy I have ever seen. His dark hair brushing over his eyes. Those beautiful eyes full of worries. Making me jump back, showing how afraid I really was. It wasn't until then I noticed how fast my heart was beating. He was just looking at me. He had a white shirt that showed his tattoos spitefully. It made me want to just tear his shirt and trace each tattoo with my finger.

"Don't be afraid Jayden. I'm here to help" Say's the stranger. I feel though I trust him. I don't even know who he is? How could I trust someone I don't know? Wait.... How the heck does he know my name. How do I feel like I know him? Full of curiosity and questions I take a step towards him and he takes a step closer. "Who are you" I whisper.

His eyes stare at my own. I can feel as he knows everything I'm thinking. The next thing I know his hand is on my face. I jump in surprise, as the feeling of his touch go's through my body, like electric.

  "Jayden get up!' My sister yells from the bottom of the stairs. I jump up from surprise to then realize I had another crazy dream. "I'm up!" I yell. Hopping out of bed I feel the beads of sweat on my body from another restless night...so I jump into the shower.

After a quick shower, I stare at myself through my foggy bathroom mirror. My blonde hair long, and wavy, Like sand flowing to my ribs. My eyes golden brown. I hated my eyes why can't I have blue or green eyes?

"Ugh" I say looking through my closet. Then chose a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, and a blue cardigan. Throwing it on, I put on a bit of makeup to hide my lack of sleep, and my black sneakers.

I hated how these dreams just ruined the rest of the day for me. I don't even know the boy in my dreams. He terrified me, the way he could get to me. Yet I don't even know his name..... Grabbing my book bag I yell bye to my sister and head outside. Thinking again I realized...

Driving to school was a quiet thinking time for me. Where most of the time I spent thinking about...him.