Red like roses (Sexual Offenderman Fanfiction)

Chapter 1 - Beginning

In the middle of the woods in the darkest of nights, someone was running as fast as they could. Only the moonlight dared to show where they were going and the thousands of stars decorated the dusky sky. Someone - or something - was after them but the person dared not to look what was chasing them. They only ran for their life, their heavy breathing stopping the silence the night had grown the longer they ran. Suddenly loud ringing filled their ears, screaming of agony taking over their mind as an unfamiliar name was called out.

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Eyes opened wide open and stared at the white ceiling, blinking rapidly in order to stop from closing again. A tear of sweat fell down the person's forehead and their chest mimicked their heavy breathing. It was all just another nightmare.

A young pale woman, only 18, raised up from their bed and tried to balance their mixed up thoughts. She closed her light green eyes and opened them quickly, repeating this a few times to make sure they were truly awake. Her cheeks were burning red and small sweat was taking over her body, a feeling of hard exercise making her body feel a little numb. The girl's dreams were growing to feel more realistic every night and sometimes it was hard to tell if she was even dreaming at all. As the red haired girl finally came back to the real world, her ears heard a soft ringing voice coming from her mobile phone. She sighed, rubbing her eyes as she turned of her alarm.

It wasn't unusual that Amy had nightmares. Everyone has them, but recently she's been having a lot of them. Some nights were calm, but at least once a week she had suffered from nightmares she couldn't remember much about. She had tried keeping a diary of her dreams, but often there was not much to write or she couldn't remember anything so she left the idea in the back of her head. Amy did remember one thing that connected her dreams together - she was always in danger. A faint memory of someone saying a name also stayed in her memory, but the name was something she could not get a hold on. 

"What was the name?" she muttered to herself, running her small hand through her messy red colored hair. She moved her body up from her bed, deciding it was time to stop daydreaming and get ready for school before she was going to be late. Amy dressed up on her jeans, a grey shirt and a hoodie and grabbed her old backpack on her shoulder. She took her phone, keys and headphones before heading out of her room.

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In the middle of her art class, Amy had fallen asleep for a little while before her teacher had come knocking on her shoulder, leaving her a bit embarrassed after hearing some laughs behind the classroom. Trying to stay awake Amy tried to keep herself busy without disturbing her classmates, but listening the lecture of old art history or sketching weird doodles were not working on her, so she decided simply to look out of the window. At this time of the day not much was going on in this city, so Amy felt a bit helpless when she wasn't able to spy on someone's daily activities as she had planned. Literally nobody was outside. The park near the school was empty and the road was quiet. Only movement came from few passing cars and the wind, that moved the tree's leafs. Amy turned her gaze back to reality, trying to focus on the lecture or at least on her notes when a sudden weird feeling hit her like a truck. A feeling of being watched crawled on her skin and she looked around, but nobody seemed to even know she was sitting there. The red head looked back outside, checking around carefully before noticing something new in the view. Behind some playground equipments there was a strange figure standing next to a tree to be less noticed by the world. The young human couldn't see much about the figure, only the fact that it was tall and seemed to be wearing something black. The more she looked at the figure, trying to figure out if they were watching her, the sound of her teacher talking faded away and the only sound she could hear was a husky voice whispering her name over and over again. An uncomfortable feeling grew stronger on her, making her feel like she was having another dream again when someone slapped their hand on her desk, shaking the young woman back to reality. Her teacher looked at her through her glasses, her wrinkled eyes squinting at her pale face.