Under The Bridges [N.H.]

Chapter 1

The cold, bitter, winter winds nipped at my bare arms. Why I decided to not bring a jacket to work is beyond me. Maybe it's because I was still in a daze when I left for my job as a waitress at a local restaurant, and all because of that dream.

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I gasped as I felt his warm lips move from my jaw straight to my collar bones. Most likely leaving a mark for tomorrow that I will have to hope makeup will cover. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I had to work the next day, but all that was lost when I felt his tongue run over the skin on my neck.

"Ni-Niall, babe, please" I stuttered. Not being able to form a full sentence with the pleasure running through my veins.

"Please what? You need to tell me babe. Tell me what you want." He said while grinding down on to me. I couldn't suppress the moan coming. I gasped when I felt..Him.

"Ni, you n-need to s-s-stop. I can't." I told him. Instantly regretting the words, though I knew I wouldn't later. I looked up at the sky as he placed his weight on his elbows on either side of me.

"God, I'm sorry Alice I should've known better. I just, I love you so much and I guess I just got carried away and the way you look tonight just brought me over the edge and I should've respected you I just.."

"Niall James Horan," I cut him off before he could ramble anymore. "It's fine okay? We both got carried away."

"I know but, imagine if you hadn't stopped me. What if I took it too far? What if we broke up after? What if, what if I hurt you?"

"Ni, stop it. Everything's okay. You stopped. That's the important thing. Your mother raised you well. You know when to stop. And you respect me. That's all that matters. Okay? You respect my boundaries and my wishes. That's why I love you so much." I concluded my little speech with the most important part, the fact that I love him.

"God I love you so much" he stated before attacking my face in little kisses.

"I love you too Niall. Always?"

"Always."

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Except that wasn't a dream. It was a flashback. One of many flashbacks that I have almost every night. It just happens, and I can't explain it. I know what it is, but it's very complicated. It started many, many years ago. With my great, great, great grandma. She was just born with it, and by "it" I mean the power. It's different for everyone. Everyone that has it that is.

She was just born with it. As was my great, great grandma, my great grandma, my grandma, my mother, and me all the same. Except I'm different. I can do more. More than anyone has ever been able to do before. So that's why we came here.

By here I mean Oregon. It's just strange (or weird as the people from here say) enough to disguise it as the fact that maybe, just possibly, I could be wearing contacts. A lot of people do that actually.

My eyes aren't that special anyways. There's just something, special, intriguing, enchanting, different...about my eyes. They weren't your average green eyes. They could, change. Anywhere from gold, to purple. Okay, I'm making them so much more interesting than they are in reality.

They really only have 4 colors, green, blue, purple, and gold. And they all have a different...meaning persay.

Blue: calm, collected, or more often depressed.

Green: happy, content, or relaxed.

Purple: now this one's special. It means I'm having a flashback or a vision.

Gold: this means that something isn't right within me. Not at all.

While they all mean different things, I really only go through green and blue. I mostly have my flashbacks and visons while I'm asleep. And my eyes haven't turned gold in quite a while. It's very rare for me to have gold eyes.

But when they are, just...watch out. And I mean it.

Last night was one of those nights. One of those nights when I visit my past. Most people would have dreams that have nothing to do with reality. They don't mean anything. And that would mean that they are blurry, or just not crystal clear sometimes.

Mine are different. They are perfectly clear. That's because they have something to do with reality. They either relate to the past or future. Sometimes I wish I could have dreams that had nothing to do with anything. Ones that would let me just escape life as I knew it.

Ones where I could just imagine anything. I could conjur up anything I ever wanted. Now that would be good, no scratch that, it would be great. I'm so sick of not having control of my, well my powers.

I hate calling them my powers because to me, powers are something you can use to help people. My "powers", don't help anyone. If anything they make things worse for me. I get so upset, depressed, or angry sometimes, and there's just nothing I can do.

Nothing at all.

That's why I had to let him go. I had to for his own good. I didn't want him anywhere near me if they changed, especially to gold. I didn't want to have to explain to him why I'm a crazy freak with color changing eyes. Even I don't know. People (my mother) say my great, great, great grandma was just a mutant. Something just happened.

I don't know if I should belive that or not. It's all I've ever known, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't question it. I'll never get anywhere in life if I just accept what people say. I learned that a long time ago. He was the one who inspired me. The one who challenged me. The one who brought me to life.

I don't mean that in a litteral way. He wasn't my dad or anything. Oh no, he was my boyfriend, my first love. He wasn't just another boy who I had some petty little high-school girl crush on. He was never that, he'd always been, and always will be more to me than that.

I don't know why I keep using the word "was" to describe what he was, no is, to me. I had to let him go for him. I tried to tell him that, but of course he didn't listen. He took it so wrongly, infact, that he actually moved to Ireland after our senior year. It hurt like hell to see him just up and go, but I know now that he needed to do it. Just like I needed to call it off. We did those things so no one would get hurt.

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(A/N)

Hello! I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of my new book "Under The Bridges"! I honestly worked really hard on this chapter. Harder than I ever have. But that might be because I'm sitting at home writing this so I can prorastinate on doing other things I know I should be doing.

Cleaning my house for example! Haha! Anyways...I just want you guys to know that this isn't going to be some petty little magical fantasy romance fanfic.

I know you're probably thinking "Yeah right. She has magical eyes!!! You're crazy woman!" But I'm not. It might seem a little far-fetched right now but I swear it has an important part in this story!

I bet none of you read down this far (I know I don't) so if you did, comment "Jelly Babies" and I'll go onto your account, follow you, and vote on any stories you have! I think that's a fair trade! Oh well...GTG for now babes! XOXO till next chapter!

~Cass <3

P.S. I wrote 1315 words! Who's proud of me?!?!

P.P.S. If you catch any errors, or the special quotes in here, comment below!!!