Lizza's POV
I walk down a dark road. A full moon is visible, giving me enough light to see in between the tall trees around me. Leaves crunch under my feet and each tree becomes one with the forest. The stars shine brightly, staring at me as I walk. The road becomes smaller and smaller, making everything ominous. I come to a stop when the pavement finally ends. In front of me is an old graveyard. A large gate stands in the ground. I walk through the gate looking at the vines that cover it and the rust setting in. The grass touches my feet and the slight breeze fills my long red hair. On each side of me there are ancient graves hiding in the tall grass and whispering to me. I listen to the voices, telling me to walk to the end of the graveyard, through the darkness. They lead me a large grave that looks relatively new. I look closely at it. My name, in red letters is written on it. I smell the air. I look at the grave again and realize my name is written in blood. I track the smell again and look at my hand. Blood covers my fingers. I look up. It has my blood. I watch in horror as my hands write on the grave in my blood.
"Death" they write over and over again.
I scream and run put of the graveyard. One foot after another push though the grass and pass the endless trees. I trip over a large root and fall down into a hopeless darkness that goes on forever.
I gasp awake in my bed. It was just a dream. My pajamas are covered in sweat. I sit up and pick up my phone to check the time. 5:30 am. My alarm clock starts to ring. I quickly turn it off and open the junk drawer I keep in my desk. On top is a black journal. I take it out and start writing about the dream I had next to the ones from nights before. This one was different from all the others I've had. A bad kind of different.
November 6th
Trees.
Road.
Moon.
Graveyard.
Gate.
Graves.
Voices.
Name.
Blood.
Hands.
Running.
Root.
Falling.
Darkness.
I put the journal back in the junk drawer and then walk into the bathroom. My reflection stares at me. Amber eyes, freckles, and long red hair. No blood anywhere in sight. I smile and take off my wet pajamas and get into the shower, turning on the hot water. My body fills with warmth. I cleanse myself and then get out of the shower to comb and braid my hair. I put on some jeans, a black shirt and a baggie navy green button up jacket. Two long braids lie down my back. I grabbed my backpack, put on my black Chuck Taylors and head out the door. I walk down the steps leading from my house and get onto my bike. Down the road I stop at a small bakery. I walk in.
"Hello Lizza." the old cashier says, "The usual?"
"Not today Michael." I smile. "I'll have a small coffee with two cream and a cherry turnover."
"Whatever you say love." he responds as he hands me my coffee and turnover.
"Thanks Michael!" I yell over my shoulder as I run out of the bakery and hop on my bike.
I reach my highschool, get off my bike and run to the library with my breakfast.
Willow's POV
"Would you like your green tea with or without ice." I ask the lady ordering as I look at the clock. 6:15. I need to be at school in fifteen minutes to meet Lizza.
"Without ice please." the lady answers.
I take a cup, fill it with tea, and hand it to her as I take off my apron and run out of the tea shop with my bag back to catch the bus. Finally out of work. The bus slows in front of me to a stop and I get on. I give the driver money and then find a seat. My phone buzzes in my pocket.
How was work??
- William
Ehh.. it was okay. Meeting Lizza @ the school library. Wanna come.
- me
Sure!! Heading there right now. I had a question for Mrs. Hanley, the English teacher. ;) She's hot you know.
- William
You perv!! She's marry!!
- me
Sooo. ;p Is it alright if I bring Zackery along.
- William
Sure!! See you then!!
- me
See ya!
- William
I get off the bus when I see the school. Down the steps I go. My feet rush over the school grounds. 6:25. I'm almost late. I almost don't even realize when I reach the library. Two amber eyes stare at me. I smile and walk over to Lizza sitting next to William and Zackery.
"What did you guys find out?" I ask.
"No time for that, I had another dream last night." Lizza said, "This one was different from the others."
"How?" My eyes widen.
"Instead of the usual 'my dead mother and father talking to me,' it showed my grave." she said.
"What do you think this means?" I whisper.
"I don't know. Let's get some homework done." she responds.
We take out our books and start to study.
CRASH
I hear Lizza scream.
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A/N
Okay so I don't know where this story is going to go. I'm still planning most of it. So bear with me. I haven't explain everything yet, most information will come in the upcoming chapters.
Thank ya Sweets,
Jasmine🍍
