Trapped || h.s. a.u.

Chapter One

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She was covered in crimson red blood. Her long dark locks cascading down her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes turn dark and cold. Her lip quivered as she looked down, seeing how her white dress is covered in blood. Tears spill out from her eyes and noticed the knife laying in front of her.

Her head turned in the direction I was in. I walked out from the shadow as she quietly sobbed. I didn't know what to do and I wasn't sure if she could see me or not. "T-This isn't true," she slowly speaks. She looks at me. "Please tell me this isn't true! That I didn't die. Harry please tell me that I never died."

She knew my name, but I didn't know hers. I felt a pain in my heart, but I wasn't sure what it was. "I... I'm sorry," I tell her. She shakes her head, her locks moving. "I... I didn't think this had actually happened."

"I couldn't have died Harry! I remember that day, I went to school and everything, my mom even saw me- I can't," she says, standing still. "I couldn't have died. I just know- don't you think I would have remembered!"

Her dark blue irises filled with sorrow. Her pupils dilated a bit bigger, making her irises look like thin rings. She closes her eyes, tears still coming out. She wouldn't believe that she died. I knew that she wouldn't understand that she was actually dead. I guess you could say that she believed in living in a different world for years.

Hearing thunder is what woke me up from my sleep. I groan, shifting a bit to find the right spot, so that I could go back to sleep, but I knew that wasn't possible. I sit up and listen. Drops of rain hit hard against the windows as thunder roar and lighting flashed across the dark stormy night.

I hear a noise coming from downstairs. I frown, sighing. I would have just left the noise, thinking it was something outside, but then I heard the sound of a glass breaking and the groan of a young female's voice. I got up as my feet touch the cold wooden floor. I swing the door open and begin to make my way down the marble staircase.

I switch the lights on and find a glass cup, shattered into pieces on the floor. I look at the back door, seeing that it's locked. I grab the broom and begin to pick up the mess that 'someone' did.

After finishing, I grab a plastic cup and fill it up with ice and water. My mother always told me that I should never drink cold things on cold nights, because I'd end up getting sick, but I never bothered to listen to her.

I tap my fingertips on the island. I finish my water, putting the cup in the sink, I make my way back upstairs. I walk into my room and turn the lights on. I take out my sketch pad. I think this is the sixth one I buy since the dreams I've been having at the age of 15.

I flip through the pages, until I come to a clean page at the end of the pad. Note to self, I need to buy another sketch pad. I take my pencil and begin to sketch out the dream in black and white, well more like grey and white, since pencil isn't really black it's grey, which I don't get why it's that color.

I start off with drawing the girl first, who's name I still have yet to learn. I just find it so quirky that this unknown girl knows my name, yet I don't know hers. I exhale through my nose as I continue to draw.

It seems weird, because honestly, I don't know what I have dreams of this girl in particular. I mean, I can have dreams of any girl I want, but it's always this girl who always comes into my dreams. Same pale face with long dark locks and bright blue irises. Sure the girl is beautiful, I just still yet having came to a conclusion as to why she's always appearing in my dreams. It's a thing that will always remain unknown.