The Angle of Silence

Chapter 1

Chapter One

December 3, 2010

Amber’s point of View

            I woke as my screams dared to escape the back of my throat. It was just a nightmare; only a nightmare. I could feel my cold sweat droplets roll down my back and around my face as I lumbered out of bed. Damn it! It had been ten whole years since…. Yet it felt like it was only moments ago when I wake up from my nightmares.

            I fought back the shivers and pushed back the thoughts of evilness and wickedness as I tried to suppress the shivers that assaulted my body. It was over. It was all over. It was all behind me and I needed to get on with my life. I sighed as I removed my P.J’s and examined my dreary self in my mirror. I caught the little pink lines that ran along my back and riddled various other parts of my body. I guess some scars are more visible to the eye than others.

            I knew that I had to get to work. My agent, Leanna, was expecting another great hit soon. My last novel, Silenced, had been a huge hit and was still reigning over New York’s best seller list. I always wrote under the name Michael Douglas, because I didn’t want my name to be in the spot light. Not ever again.

            I close my eyes and it all comes roaring back to life…

January 10, 2001

“Alexandrea! Alexandrea!” The flashes and noise of cameras assaulted my senses leaving it hard to think. Reporters, cameras, and microphones were all up in my face demanding my attention. I couldn’t escape. I was cornered against the wall with hoard of people pushing, demanding. Why the hell couldn’t they leave me alone? Why couldn’t they stop following me? Why were they closing in on me?  I couldn’t handle the closeness of all their bodies with mine. A reporter who was a man grabbed my arm, the image of the man in white flashed across my mind. He was holding me down. He was telling me to sleep…

            “No!!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I burst into wild sobs, “Get the fuck away from me!! Just leave me alone!!”

            “Alexandrea! Alexandrea!” All their voices blurred together as they kept closing in, leaving me trapped and feeling helpless again.

            Suddenly angry I yelled, “Leave me alone!”

            I pushed several reporters over to escape. I had to get away. I had to escape. I bolted like a flash of lightening. I didn’t know where I was going. I just let my feet guide me wherever.

            I could still hear their voices right behind me, “Alexandrea! What did the Angel of Silence do to you? Can you please tell the public? What had it been like to be in the presence of one of the greatest serial killer of all time?”

            Why were they glorifying him? He was a terrible, sick, wicked man. They were making him seem larger than life. Making him seem immortal. It was like wherever I went he was sure to follow. His name would forever be entwined with mine. I would never be known just as Alex anymore, I would be known as Alex: the only sole survivor of the Angel of Silence.

            I ran and ran, never looking back, never giving them the satisfaction of stopping. My lungs burnt, my legs screamed for me to stop and rest but I didn’t. I ran for what seemed forever. The voices were hushed now from the distance between them and me, but I kept running. I didn’t know where I was going because I didn’t have any particular place to go to. I couldn’t go home, because I never had a home. Sure I had a place of residence, if you can call a rundown trailer that, but it wasn’t home. Besides my mother would be there, talking to the reporters for the fame, for the money. She was really enjoying herself being the poor, concerned mother of a surviving victim of a serial killer. Oh how she sobbed for her baby and how tragic of an event for her only loving daughter to go through, just as long as the cameras were rolling and she was reaping in the rewards and money of it all.