Cold air blows through the trees. I feel a chill run down my back. I'm running in a forest and I don't know why. I just know if I stop I will die. Thunder begins to crackle and rain begins to pour. My hair is tangled and entwined with leaves and twigs. Viv slow down I hear a voice call. I know that voice. I stop running and look to where the voice had come from.
A outline of a tall figure stands by a tree. As the figure approaches me I recognize the face immediately . "But your de....dead" I whisper. The figure smirks. "I am and you Will be too soon sis" James replies. Then I remember what I was running from. Leaving my brother behind I begin to run again trying to pick up my pace. As I begin to see the exit I suddenly trip over something. Soon darkness engulfs me and the last thing I hear is a laugh.
James I think as I begin to gain conscious. I bolt upright on a bed. It must of been a dream. Stupid Vivian. I open my eyes slowly. Bright light streams through the open window. It must be morning. My mom must be past out on the couch from her hangover if she's not yelling at me to get up.
This means that I can get up and go see Brandon without waking her up. As soon as I reach for my pocket to get my phone and feel an empty space the events of the past few days come rushing back. My life is totally screwed up. Getting of the bed I was laying on I took in the room. Great the second time I wake up in a strange place.
I walk to the door and pull it open. At least it's not locked. I begin to creep down the stairs. "About time your up" I hear a voice call out. I emerge into a large living room and see three figures on a couch. Two male and one female. The girl seems to be about twenty with red hair and bright blue eyes. I wish I was that pretty.
The boy there seemed to be around seventeen with black hair and green eyes. The last boy I recognized. He had the same brown hair and brown eyes I did. James he's alive.
"Hello sis"
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Sorry it's extremely short a filler chapter
Pic is James
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A Hundred Broken Hearts
Teen FictionHearts the little fragile beating things we have can shatter so easily.