The wind nipped and tugged at my hair, screaming at me. The dark trees grew high and sent menacing shadows across the forest floor. No sounds were heard, except my heart beat.
A tight, white lace dress saueezed my body, hugging my hips and accentuating my breasts. A lace "tail" trailed far behind me and long lace sleeves stopped at my finger tips. I tried to move, only to find that my hands and feet were chained to the ground. I struggled, pulling at the chains, the wind increasing in volume.
A mans laugh slid through the forest, completly surrounding me in the sound. The wind suddenly stopped, dropping my hair and increasing the weight of the chains. A man came into my view, and I stared. He was a shadow. Completly black, so I couldn't make out any thing about him. "My sweet Isabeau," he slid across the ground untill his face was centimeters from mine. I struggled to back away, but he grabbed my arm, causing me to hiss in pain. His touch burned and I felt weak under it. "I wont let you leave me again Isabeau," he slid his hand up my neck to my face and I let out a scream. "Get away!" I screamed and wrenched my self away from him. He tilted his head and followed. "Who are you!" I yelled, still retreating, the chains pulling at me. He stopped walking and threw his head back in laughter. His laugh hurt my ears and I felt numb. "You'll see Isabeau, you'll see." He slid into the shadows and fire irrupted inside me. Unbearable heat consumed me, my scream ripping through the woods.
My eyes snapped open as I gasped for air, flying into a sitting position. My body was covered in sweat and all my blankets and sheets were on the floor. I looked around and exhaled loudly when I was still in my room. I ran my fingers through my black tipped, turquoise hair and plopped back down onto my bed. My breathing slowing to normal, but his laugh still echoed in my ears. The intense burning I had felt, how I weakened under his touch, it had all seemed so real. I sighed and anxiously tangled my hands in my hair.
Still in mid calm down, I heard my door slowly creak open. I tensed, gripping my mattress tightly, whitening my knuckles. The door slid the rest of the way open and I squeezed my eyes shut.
The soft padding sound of little feet caused me to relax. I cracked a small smile and pretended to sleep as hushed voices crept to my bed. I cracked open one eye and looked around.Two pitch black heads of hair ducked behind the foot of my bed. One slowly rose up untill two piercing blue eyes peeked up at me. The second followed and two forest green eyes slowly appeared. I closed my eye before they could see I was awake.
Hushed whispers reached my ears before my bed bowed and creaked. I groaned and rolled onto my stomatch, smiling into my pillow at the sound of them inhaling sharply. After a few seconds, they continued to crawl towards me. They stopped next to my head and I felt there breath on my shoulders. "Is she really asleep?" An anxious voice asked.
Before they could act, I sprung up, spun around, and tackled them to the bed. They screamed and squirmed under me. I scooped up the girl, throwing her over my shoulder, and set to work on the boy. I tickled his sides and underarms untill he was laughing so hard, he couldn't breath. I paused, letting him catch his breath.
"Why are you in my room!" I playfuly yelled. The girl giggled and I plopped her on the bed next to her twin brother. I raised my hands in tickle position and rose an eyebrow.
"Ok, ok, please don't tickle me Bo!" The girl squeaked before scooting away from me, giggling. I looked down at Rhys, still trying to catch his breath, and chuckled. I scooped him up and looked at Marcie. "You better talk, or pretty boy here gets it," Ryhs squrimed and giggled as I tightened my grip on him. Marcie laughed and put her hands up. "Ok, ok," she lowered her head in fake shame, "mom sent us to get you for breakfast," She pretended to sniffle and I held in a laugh.
"Well tell her I'm not hungry," I rose my chin in defiance, before my traitorous stomach growled.
The twins laughed and I groaned angrily, reaching for Marcie.
"Isabeau, you stop harassing those kids and get your butt to the table for breakfast!" My mom yelled up the stairs. My hand dropped to the bed and I loosened my grip in shock. Rhys wiggled free and fled to his twin. They chuckled before rolling off my bed, laughing as the tumbled onto each other. I smiled as the stood up, grinning like weirdos.
There was no way they could be mistaken for anything but twins. They both had straight black hair, rosy cheeks and slightly paler complexions. They were born with bright eyes, Marcie's a bright blue laced with yellow and Rhys's a deep forest green, with specks of brown, and both their smiles were infectious. Marcie was dressed in a long sleeve, white silk nightgown, with lace ruffles at the wrists and along the bottom. Rhys was in a similar outfit, with a short sleeve, white silk shirt, and pants.
I threw them a growl, and they yelped, fleeing my room. I chuckled and rolled up my sleeves. I was wearing one of my knee length, long sleeves. It was black and had white letters on the back that said, The Diva is Sleeping, with a skull and crown underneath. I had fuzzy Christmas socks on and a small pair of shorts under my shirt.
I walked over to me dresser, grabbing a hairtie and pulling my hair up into a messy bun at the top of my head. I glanced in my mirror and noticed my black, natural hair color, returning to my roots and made a mental note to re-dye it later.
My family all had pitch black hair, except my dad who had dirty blond. I decied to dye my hair turquoise, only leaving the tips black, when I was 13 because I wanted to be different then my siblings. The color had grown on me and I still used it to this day, four years later.
I heard muffled giggles and whipped around. Marcie and Rhys were peeking there heads into my room and watching me "admire" my roots. I growled and sped towards them, getting shrieks in response. The sped down the hall, me hot on their heels. They suddenly dropped down, racing down the stairs. The stairs took me by suprise and I missed the first step, causing me to stumble.
(And we all know what fuzzy socks and carpeted stairs, plus a sprinting, clumsy girl equals..... pain and humiliation.)
I slipped on the third stair, my feet flying out from under me. I smashed my bottom on the stair, jolting my spine and slid down on my rump. I sat in shock on the bottom of the steps, trying to regain the ability to breathe, cursed my fuzzy Christmas socks and slumped my head on the stair above me. Marcie and Rhys, having watched the whole thing, stared at me before bursting out laughing. They gripped their sides and walked into the kitchen, cackling. I glared and mustered all my will power to stop from flashing the finger at my 10 year old siblings.
Hello my fellow sparkle unicorns! 😄😄
I had a lot of fun writing this chapter.... even with all the mistakes. It is unedited so if a part doesn't make sense....you know why. I wanted this chapter to be an intro chapter so there are some random parts where I start describing things😕 I hope you enjoyed and stay tuned:)
*Clicks tounge and snaps fingers before moon walking away.....*
--- Mony 😙😘
