Abigail

Chapater 1. Dreams

Abigail's POV:

I'm in front of his house. And although I don't remember how I got here, I do know what I have to do.

Quietly, I wrench open the creaky door and slip into the empty halls. As I walk along the wooden floorboards, I notice all the family photos that cover the walls. Him looking so happy makes me despise him even more. But no more shall I think of this miserable being. He won't be a problem much longer.

I creep up the dark flight of stairs and into his moonlit room. It's cozy, yet he seems so far away. My feet scramble to his bedside, his bleach blonde hair spread out on the pillow like an octopus and his shallow breathing made it seem like he was already dead.

I took out the curved, trailing-point knife from my knee-high leather boot, turning it in my hand, examining the beauty. Looking at him and my dagger so close, almost touching, brought a smile to my face. Savoring the moment, I clutched the handle and held the blade next to his throat. His eyes lids fluttered awake,

"Abiga..."

But before he could finish, he let out a bloodcurdling scream as I plunged the point deep into his neck. Then twitched and gaged, as I stabbed him in the chest, and finally the eye. The dark red blood streamed out of his body. Then, out of breath I sink to my knees in the pool of blood. His dead corps lye on the bed, and as I watch the life flow out of him, my heavy breathing begins to turn into laughter. My hold my stomach, now aching from laughing too hard, and fall onto my side. I wash myself in the liquid gore, splashing my face and running it through my hair. After hours of rejoicing, I fall fast asleep.

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When I wake, I feel jubilant. It must have been an amazing dream, I long to remember what it was about. If I ever feel this satisfied in life, it must be the reason I was put on earth. I am determined to recall what it was about. But until then, my breakfast of bacon will have to make me happy. I skip to the kitchen,

"What's got you in such a delightful mood?" Linda (my mother) smiled.

"Oh, just another pleasant nightmare," I smirked.

"Care to elaborate?"

"I wish." I sighed, "I can never remember, but when I do, you'll be the first to know."

"Good," Linda replied, "hurry up, your carpool is waiting."

Ug, I completely forgot about school. I grabbed my bag and sailed out the door. Mariah started honking her obnoxious horn.

"I'm coming!" I yelled. "Jeez."

"It ain't my fault we're gonna miss SAT's."

"Shoot."

"You forgot?" Mariah groaned.

"Just drive." I was so done with school. Mariah was the only person I could tolerate, and even she was unendurable at times. But soon enough I will be in college, away from idiots.

As we drove along the vacant roads of Ohio, we listened to 50's music, and I listened to Mariah try and sing along. And, when she tried to hit a high note, she ended up hitting a deer instead.

We both shrieked and ran to the animals body. It was stone cold. And that was the last thing I remembered before I woke up in Levi's room, covered in blood.