Sandman † l.р.

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'we are all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours'

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"Blythe!" My mother called to me as my eyes suddenly opened wide, seeing my mom's smiling face in front of me, her hands on both sides of body as she slightly shook me. I sat up slowly looking around, remembering I was in our family van. I must've taken a quick nap on the way to our new home.

We used to live in a small town a few miles away from London and to be honest it was nice. I had my small group of friends but now it was time to start fresh. It was my final year in school and honestly I was happy about moving to a new town, Wolverhampton I recall. I loved my life back home, well I guess it isn't my home anymore.

This is.

I slowly got out of my seat and looked up at the house before me, it wasn't bad looking. You could obviously tell it was old, if I remember correctly my mum had told me it was around seventy years old.

It was brown and you could see paint chipping off from the sides, brown bushes in the front, wilting flowers were seen in the small garden on the side that seemed to not have been dealt with in a long while. I smile, this house could use some fixing up, and with these last few weeks of summer, I could maybe refurbish somethings. Cleaning has always been something I liked to do, which is not something a normal teenager would do but it's just what I do. I kind of have OCD when it comes to cleaning, everything has to be neat and in it's place or I'm a bit jittery.

The house was two stories with a basement and attic as I was told, but overall it was any worse than my old house which my parents sold because of job reasons or something, I didn't really pay attention when it came to deatils about that subject.

I walked to the back and grabbed my bag, that I brought personally while all my clothes, blankets, shoes, etc. were brought from the moving company, before beginning a short walk up the skinny sidewalk which lead to the tall oak door. I placed my hand on the doorknob, little chills shooting from my hand, up my arm and around my body as I opened the door, walking in.

It was a small coatroom like room, and had two different doors on the left and right side, I took a lucky guess and took the right door which lead to what looked like a living room, a staircase a few feet from an abandoned couch against the wall. I began my journey up the stairs, a creak heard with each step I took, that would take some getting used to. Once I had successfully made it to the second floor, I was greeted to numerous doors on both the left and right side of the hallway. I slowly made my way to one of the rooms in the middle of the hallway. Reaching for the doorknob, my eyes looked over at the door all the way at the end of the hallway.

Unlike all the other door which were brown oak, this one was painted black. I removed my hand from the knob of the door I was going to go in before trudging down the rest of the hallway to the black door before slowly opening it. Once it was fully open I wandered in.

It was quite big for a room, a huge window in the wall, looking out at the front yard, where I could see my mother and father pulling things out from the moving trucks and our van, other moving truck workers helping with the task. I sigh turning back to the room, the wall were a very dark, navy blue color, there was a door leading to a small bathroom, an old fashioned tub inside with no shower head, the walls in there were a pale yellow, the toliet in the corner, it was sort of crowded but big enough for one person. I walked back out and saw another door, much small though, and much skinnier, I walked to it and opened it up, it was a closet. A strange scent hit me though once I'd opened the door make my face contort into a frown. Oh well, nothing a good can of frebreeze couldn't fix.

As I walked out of the closet I set my bag onto the floor. This was going to be my room.

With a quick nod I made my way back downstairs to help with the storage/luggage and tell my parents my room choice. As I began my trip down the stairs I heard the sound of a door slamming at the end of the hallway.

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My bed, dresser, and the dozens of boxes containing my things were finally in my room and I was currently making up my bed, so it would be ready for me to sleep in by tonight. Ironically, my blanket and sheets were blue but not the exact blue the walls. Once that was done I began unpacking as much as I could before night came along. I walked over to the large window and pulled the navy curtains together before turning on the lights.

I walked to the bathroom, placing my things in there, soap, shampoo, conditioner, other hair products, make up, etc. As I was doing so, I had a strange feeling of being watched so I quickly finished before walking back out to my room, not seeing anything out of the ordinary, besides the closet door which was cracked open. I furrowed my eyebrows before walking over to the door, opening it and pulling on the chain inside which was connected to a light. Once the light was on, I looked around the small space, only to see a few of my coats hanging from when I place them in there hours before. I shrugged the weird feeling was I was feeling off before switching the light back off and shutting the door.

As it reached close to midnight, my parents came in to kiss me goodnight and tell me I should try to get some sleep and that I'd have plenty of time to unpack tomorrow.

Once all the lights were off and I was snuggled tightly under my blankets I grabbed my phone that was on the small table beside me and scrolled through it, texting a few of my friends who were asking me about my house and how the move was.

I was really going to miss them, sure I'd most likely make a few more friends but they would never compare to the ones back in my hometown. I sighed updating a few of my social networking sites and checking the weather for tomorrow before putting my phone down and looking up at my black ceiling.

Just thinking.

Thinking over everything that's going to happen since we moved. How would senior year be like, would I make any friends? Any enemies? Any possible love interests?

I hadn't had a boyfriend since sophmore year, and not that I need a boyfriend, I just miss the feeling. The feeling of being wanted by someone, the feeling that someone cared about me who wasn't someone I was related to. The feeling of being safe in that person's arms, I miss it.

I continuously tossed and turned in bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but not becoming at ease, it was always weird sleeping in a new house for the first time, I think anyone can agree with that but I dunno. I let out another sigh just before I heard the faint sound of a door opening. I opened my eyes back up only to be greeted by the pitch blackness of the room.

Once there was silence again I closed my eyes again, my mind must be playing tricks on me. I think to myself before turning to right side, still unable to feel the feeling of drowsiness and I assumed it was closing in on two in the morning.

I began tossing and turning once again on the bed as an eerie feeling of being watched came upon me. I slowly opened my eyes again, still seeing nothing but then I felt something begin to fall onto my face. It felt like sugar, no, that can't be it.

It was sand, and before I had the chance to think more on the situation, a feeling of sudden drowsiness came upon my entire body, instantly making my eyes close shut and sleep taking over my body.

But before I fully was asleep I swear I could hear the faint sound of deep chuckling coming from right beside me.

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Hello x

I've been waiting awhile to start this, a lot has been going on, I've been writing Different along with some other stuff not on Wattpad. So this story is kind of at the end of my list of books I need to write and keep up to date with. But if this story does become a bit popular, I'll try to update more frequently.

I kind of got this story idea from the song Enter Sandman by Metallica, I was listening to it the one day and the idea came to me. I put the song on the side if you haven't heard of it before.

This story is going to be a bit dark like Different but a bit darker I think, I have so many ideas for this, so just wait, the first few chapters may be a bit boring but informational but after awhile I promise it will be really good, at least I hope so....

Anyways, hope you all have great day!

Thanks for reading!

~Sarah xoxo