Twisted Fate

chapter 1

Author Note
This story is going to have many mistakes.
Later I will probably do major editing.
Please let me know what you think of the story and if u have any ideas.
Hope you enjoy the first kinda trial run of twisted fate.
I'll write more if people seem to like it.
I am not copying any other story this is fully 100% from my head.
If I get an idea from someone I will put who it was at the beginning of the chapter.
Yep I think that covers it all :)
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He is here.

He is yelling my name.

I hide hoping he won't find me. I hear footsteps getting closer but then they stop. Everything is quiet. I know I shouldn't open the closet door but my curiosity gets to me. Slowly I open the door and peek out. The room seems to be empty but I know he didn't leave. He would not have gave up that easily. I look around a bit more trying to find my escape exit. I could try the window but the creaking would give me away. My next option would be the door. I look to the door only to wish I had never made that choice. There he stands with a smile on his face. The face that was once consuming my dreams, but now it haunts my nightmares. I use to love when he would smile. Now I wish I never had to see it again. I start walking backwards as he makes his way toward me. The fear inside me growing with each step. I trip over the rug falling and hitting my head. my eyes close tightly on impact from the immense pain. I slowly try opening them not wanting to give up yet. Everything is blurry but I still see his smile. His face getting closer as my vision starts to darken. Soon all I can see is black.

I sit up screaming and looking around frantically. It had just been a nightmare. It wasn't real. I keep saying this through my head as I sit rocking trying to stop the tears from falling. Dustin had been locked up for a year now, but the nightmares didn't stop. Every night I would wake up screaming. Everyday I would look over my shoulder waiting for him to appear. I look at the clock and see I have two hours until school began. Slowly I get out of bed to do my daily things. Once I am ready I make my way to the kitchen. My mom looks up giving me smile. I see the sad look and bags under her eyes. I know she worries about me. I wish there was a way I could take that worry away. I wish I would be able to get past this. If not for my self but for her. All I wanted was to have her smile at me like she use to. I give a weak smile back. This was my way of telling her I'm ok. I know she had heard me screaming; she did every night. After about a month of her coming in every time I screamed I asked her not to. I felt weak having her come in and hold me as I tried to stop the memories from destroying me.

    On the way out the door I grab an apple. I do not plan to eat but it keeps mom from worrying. She does that enough without knowing about my eating problem. As I walk outside I see that it's sunny for once. In Alaska we seem to be short on those. I make my way to the bus stop keeping my head low so no one could make eye contact. When the bus pull up I make my way to the back the farthest away from everyone as I could get. Thankfully I rode the bus with  all of the good kids who liked school. Because of this they all seemed to like the front of the bus closest to the driver. I put in my head phones blocking out the world. Letting my mind just concentrate on the voices of Pentatonix as they sing Daft Punk. I close my eyes as the bus starts to make its short trip to school. As the bus comes to a stop I grab my things and stand. Looking out the window I see we are not at school. Which is weird because i'm the last stop before we are dropped off at school. Slowly I sit and look at the house we are parked in front of. This could only mean we have a new kid at school. I watch the door to the house waiting for someone to come out. The door opens and I see the face of a woman I could have swear I had seen before.

    My view of the woman's face is cut off as someone hugs her. I see the dark brown hair and the air in my lungs seems to disappear. It can't be him. He wasn't supposed to get out this soon. I was supposed to be safe. I was supposed to be able get over this. They told me Dustin would be locked up for ten years at the least. I try to look away, but my eyes seem to be glued to him. I feel like i'm going to pass out as I try to get my lungs filled with air. All the progress I made seems to disappear in those few seconds. My mind filling with all the pain and words I wished to forget. As my eyes fill with tears i'm finally able to look away. I curl into a ball hoping when he gets on he will not recognize me. I keep my sobs quiet hoping for once that I will be lucky. Hoping for once he will not find me.