On the Wednesday of a February, Nina blackwood snapped her eyes open. Greeted with pitch black of the night surrounding her, in the death shivering cold of her room. She pushed her back forward as her sticky, sweaty back seemingly stained her soft, almost fur like pajama t-shirt. With her eyes wide, she looked around her room but couldn't see a single outline or object, with no light seeping through her room.
Terrified, she pushed her little legs up and jumped and ran across the little room she has. Almost tripping over a music speaker she forgot to put away on the wooden floor of her room. Even though she can't see anything, she remembers what it is. Catching herself, she puts her hand out and touches the wall and turning the light on at the same exact time. Light floods into the room coming from her light bulb hanging upside down in the middle of her ceiling. The sun yellow light blinds her delicate, grayish eyes. They start to squint to protect them selfs from the new, blinding light.
Over a short period of time, Ninas eyes start to relax. And so does she. Her cold, gast pacing breath slows down as so does her heart beat. She looks around her small room and spots her dark blue music speakers she tripped on. She shakes her head at how much of a foul she was. Tripping over a music speaker! She starts to hope she didn't break it. Her eyes wonder over to her bookshelves. From bottom to top, crooked, old colorful books are stacked on the gray shelfs, with not even enough room to put another book on. Small chips of old paint is barely holding on for life as it hangs on the shelfs.
She decides to return back to her bed. She spins her soft heels of her foot and turns around to face her bed. White wrinkly blankets stare back at her as she makes her way over to her bed. Nina sits on the corner of the soft mattress and sinks in. Memories start coming back to her of why she woke up in the first place. Just a dream. A little stupid dream. Nina chuckles. Silly her. Why was she so worked up over a little nightmare? When has she became so scared? So fearful? Ashamed of herself, she moves her soft blankets to the side and lays down on her blue sheets and puts the blanket back on top of her.
Still laughing at her own reactions from just a couple minutes ago, she begins to drift back into her, hopefully peaceful unconsciousness.
Deep somewhere in Ninas chatoic dream, you would cover your ears from all the noise. It's not just any noise. It's high pitch screams. Terror, fear, phycotic screams. Thousands of them at the same time. Why is everyone screaming? That's all Nina can think of. Many people in one spot, surrounding nina, just screaming. Like they are dying. But not just screaming. But also...laughter?
Nina snaps her eyes open once again. But this time it's morning. Why in the earth would she be dreaming this? What is wrong with her? Why is she so terrified by this screaming mixed with laughter? Her mind races with questions but no answers.
Her eyes dance to her little wooden table across from her. Neon green lights shine. Her gray eyes blur. Her heavy eyelids blink to clear her vision. Finally, the time shows, 9:23 am. Ninas mind is filled with fear and is wide awake. She swings her pale, barely tanned legs over the edge of her bed. Her toes brushing against the wood floors. She decides to force herself out of her room, so she does.
The only person Nina lives with is her sister, and her cat. Kayla, her sister. And Charles. Her cat.
Nina arrives in there cozy little kitchen. Her stomach growling the whole way she walked to the fridge. She grabs the cool silver handle and the fridge reveals several items of food. The 22 year old girl carefully picks out her breakfast. Turkey bacon. The normal. She loves normal bacon but about a year ago she became alergic to bacon! How ridiculous is that?! The young woman thinks to herself, shaking her head.
As Nina gets the turkey bacon on the pan, soft footsteps are heard going down the stairs near her. She sees Kayla appears. Kaylas brown curls fall down her face in front of her eyes. Her blue eyes greet her, and same with her pearl white smile. She's beautiful. To admit, Nina is a tad jealous.
Kayla sees Nina cooking her bacon. Kayla pushes her soft curl behind her ear.
"Turkey bacon?" Kayla asks.
"Yep. The classic."
"Well normal bacon is the classic and tastes better but you're lame." Kayla teases.
"Not my fault I'm alergic!" Nina yells playfully.
Kayla chuckles and her gentle feet walk pass her sister as she goes in the fridge to get her 1% milk.
As Nina waits for her bacon to cook, she scoots out a wooden, light brown chair and sits down at the dinner table and watches Kayla as her breakfast sizzles in the background.
Kayla gathers her milk in her cute little pink mug she made when in 3rd grade. Now she's 25. Man has she changed. Nina thinks to her self.
Kayla sits besides Nina and takes sips out of the mug. The sun coming from the almost clean sliding glass door hits Kaylas eyes and brings out her gorgeous, ocean blue eyes that Nina was always jealous to have. All she has is dull gray. 'I must not keep putting myself down! I am beautiful just the way I am!' Nina says in her stuffed up mind.
Kayla looks up at Nina. "So...how'd you sleep?" She says, clearly trying to make conversation.
"Fine. Great acually!" Nina lies, "What about you?"
"That's fantastic. Acually...I didn't sleep well. I kept on waking up for some weird reason."
Nina looks down at her delicate hands on the table. Now she feels bad that she lied. Why did she lie? She doesn't want her worried, Nina states to herself.
"I'm so sorry about that. Maybe take some melatonin." Nina says, trying to make up for her secret betray she feels.
"Its okay. Thanks though." Kayla says, "I'm going to go back up stairs for a bit."
"Okay." Nina smiles as she watches her sister climb her way up the carpit stairs. Charles snouth appears from under the table. His hazel nut fur brushes up Ninas bare leg as he purrs.
Nina is left by herself-and the cat at the table. Why does she feel so scared? So fragile? She can only hope that nightmare doesn't come back to haunt her.
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The first chapter of my story is done! Well it's not edited or a final yet. I want this story to be a normal sized real life book. And im fully dedicated to do so. Please give feed back and if I should keep doing this point of view or not. Anything helps 😊
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Mystery / ThrillerNina Blackwood starts having violent dreams. But no one thinks that it'll acually happen. She tries to warn people. Nobody believes her. I mean, would you?
