Pierced

Chapter 1: Bitten

Chapter 1: Bitten- I was sprinting, trying to get as far away as I could get from my house. The tree branches shredded the skin of my arms until I finally came to an abrupt stop. I flung myself  to the forest floor facing the sky aware of the grass gnawing my back as my tears glided down my rosy cheeks. I listened to the wind and attempted to focus on the nature surrounding me. Birds chirped joyfully. The leaves swayed calmly. I closed my eyes, my head pounding. Few moments later I felt a sharp, deep pain in the side of my neck. Startled I sat up and started to hack harshly. I felt the blood rise in my throat and after another cough it was splattered onto my hands like some abstract painting.

I rose quickly from my bed alarmed. Just a nightmare. It was just a nightmare. Sweat coated my forehead. I looked at the clock, 6:30 A.M. I wiped my face then climbed out of bed toward the bathroom. I stifled a scream when I saw blood running down my neck and dripping onto my hands. As I got closer to the mirror I noticed two deep holes the size of mosquito bites in the side of my neck. I almost believed it was reality but then it all vanished. It looked as if my skin had never been punctured. I shook my head hoping to shake off the crazy but I knew it was useless. I looked up at my face depressed. My skin was soft and pale. I had blue eyes and short brown curly hair up to my jaw. I walked back into my gray room and slipped into a turquoise shirt with rolled up sleeves, a pocket on the front, buttons and a collar. Then I shifted on some black skinny jeans and converse.

I applied mascara and walked into the kitchen. My dad asked,

"Collin, have you been getting enough sleep?"

I lied,

"Yes, just tired from studying for exams."

I am a seventeen year old senior at Clark High School and this week out of all weeks had to be the one where I started experiencing odd nightmares. My dad patted me on the back,

"I'm sure you will do fine sweetie."

I nodded just as my mom walked in holding a hot pink lacy bra in her hand,

"Whose bra is this? You're cheating on me! I cannot believe you! Fifteen freaking years for nothing. Hmm? "

My mother had brown hair like mine but she was tan and had a pointed nose. My dad had black hair and round eyes. Both of them looked worn out and stressed. My dad grabbed her arms and tried to comfort her,

"Baby, Sweetheart, honey no of course not. I love you so much."

I blushed a little,

"Um, mom that's my bra."

I snatched the bra out of her hands annoyed. About the same conversation happened every week. I placed it in my backpack and went into the pantry. I grabbed a bowl and poured "Cinnamon Toast Crunch". My mom pulled out other evidence,

"How 'bout this?"

Now that is not mine. My dad looks worried so I interrupt,

"Whoa, mom. Can you guys discuss this later?"

That will give him time to come up with a excuse even though she should know the truth. I don't know why I save him from moms glaring eyes. I guess I just want them to get along.

I kissed my dad and mom quickly on the cheek then walk into the driveway. Rylie was waiting in her shiny, new, blue Audi. Rylie had bright, long, blonde hair, hazel eyes and was about three inches taller than me. I climbed in the passenger seat and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. Before I can pull away she pulls me back and presses her lips to mine. My heart flutters as her tongue enters my mouth. Then she pulls away and backs out of the driveway. I pull the hot pink bra out of my backpack and throw it in the back seat,