Saving Grace

Chapter 1

I awoke on the cold, wet ground, disoriented. The wind was whipping through the trees, causing hissing sounds to arise. I felt a light drizzle prickle my skin, causing goosebumps to form. I twisted my head towards the sky, seeing nothing but clouds. It was barely light out, so it was either the beginning of dawn, or dusk was setting in. And as I looked around, there were tombstones, and that's when I realized I was in the towns local cemetery. I must have been sleepwalking again because I don't remember getting up, and voluntary walking into this creepy ass place.

I pushed myself up with the palm of my hands and winced. I looked down and saw scrapes on the inside of my arms that started at my palms and ended and barely reached my elbows. How did I... I heard a crunch, crunch, in the distance. The sound began to come closer, and spotted a figure on the edge of the cemetery heading my way. I soon realized it was a man, which looked to be around my age. He was lean and well built. His hair was a blondish gold and brushed to the side. He was wearing a leather jacket, light blue jeans, and black vans. I have no idea how he made the outfit work, but did.

I don't know why but he gave me the creeps. I finally decided to stop gazing at my surrounding like a deer caught in headlights, and decided it was time to go. I slowly made the rest of the way to a sitting position. As I began to stand, the man stops. I freeze, thinking he heard me and he slightly twists his head to the left, where I'm standing. He then turns fully and his bright blue eyes pierce through my dark chocolate ones. His once straight lined mouth then formed into a slight frown, and his eyebrows were furrowed. His eyes then trailed down to my palms and his frown grew. Confusion flashed through his eyes as he looked up back at me and he took a step forward. I took a step back.

"What are you doing here?" He growled lowly.

He reached out and grasped my wrist. I gasped as I felt the sudden shock of where he held me like a vise. I look up and see his eyes slowly widen, and that's when I realize he felt that spark, just like me. I wretched my hand back from his iron grip and quickly turned and ran, deciding that standing there and gawking at this creepy ass wasn't helping my situation. Since it was dark and there were no lights in the cemetery, I had a difficult time finding the large iron gate.

I heard footsteps gradually come up from behind me. I once again felt a hand on my wrist. I faced him again, rose my hand, and slapped him, deciding this guy needed to get a grip on himself and leave me the hell alone. But what I didn't realize was that, he wasn't the man that had the golden hair and piercing blue eyes, but what looked like was the cemetery night watch. He looked shocked, and very angry. No scratch that, very, very pissed. His emerald green eyes were smoldering with rage. Well shit.

"What the hell are you doin here young lady!" He says in a guttural tone.

"I-I'm so sorry! I thought you were someone else!" I rushed. This answer seemed to make his mood worse and, therefore, his grip tightens, and I wince remembering the scrapes on my arms.

"You need to leave. Right. Now." He growls, and pushes me in the process. He points the opposite way I'm facing, and I turn to see the gate. I take one last look at the man and run to the gate, open it and quickly close it behind me.

I look towards the sky as it brightens, and wonder how long I was in there, considering daylight was beginning to come to. I look around trying to see the road that I lived on and I finally come across it. Before crossing, I glance both ways and jog across. As I walk down our gravel road, I see our small cabin. It was a forest green color and had large windows, and also included a wrap around porch. It was suitable for our small family, because only my mom, dad, and I lived here. Sadly, I didn't have any siblings, so when my parents left for work early in the mornings, I got quite lonely. We had no neighbors close by, so we were somewhat isolated. No neighbors meant no possibilities of finding anyone to talk to. And since I was home schooled, I never found a good time to go out and about to try to make new friends.

I recently moved here from Washington, and let me tell you, I'm not used to the heat they have here in California, considering it would rain 24/7 up there in Washington. Here in Cali was a new experience, feeling the sun on my pale skin.

As I opened my front door and shut it, I made my way to our kitchen and grabbed the first aid kit that was sitting on top of the fridge. I took out the basics; gauze, rubbing alcohol, and band-aids. I decided I should wash off the blood and caked dirt off before I start treating the scrapes, but as I inspected the the scrapes I saw absolutely nothing. No scrapes. None. I was sure I felt and saw them there earlier at the cemetery. I was baffled of how quick they could've disappeared in such a short amount of time, as it usually takes a good day or two to heal. In the back of my head, I new something was wrong. And for some moronic reason, my mind kept going back to the boy with the blue eyes.

I scoffed at myself for being so foolish as to think such a thing though. I glanced at the oven clock which said 7:03 A.M. My parents must have already left for work. I quickly washed my hands and arms and put away the kit that I pulled out, and made my way down the hall towards my room, deciding to take a quick nap to wash my memories of the past two hours.