Space to Forget

Chapter 1

15 years after the wreck ...

A dark shadow creeps closer to me and I begin my slow pace in the opposite direction, keeping my eyes on the figure to make sure it doesn't disappear or teleport beside me.

My breathing gets more shallow without my consent and I have to ball my hands into fist to visibly stop the shaking. I can't let him see me being weak. I won't let him win.

My eyes stay focused and the shadow appears to take larger steps filling the gap between us more rapidly.

Suddenly loud alarms go off through the entire building, the lights flickering with each sound. The unexpected noise causes me to lose focus from the demon for just a few seconds and without even turning I can feel his presence directly beside me.

My old plan ruined by the alarms, I start to sprint down the hall not caring if my back is to the shadowed man. I hear his footsteps getting closer but the hallway just seems to expand.

My next step is my last as the floor disappears from beneath me and I fall into a dark oblivion.

***

I fall out of my queen size bed and land harshly on the floor. My whole side begins to ache from the impact and my clothes are soaked with sweat from my apparent nightmare. Groaning I look up and see that I'm in my small bedroom and not a demon infested building.

The loud machine stops it's horrendous noise once I slap the snooze button, barely able to make out the time as 05:32.

With a huff I untangle myself from the covers and begin making my bed for the day. Neatly laying the cover over the mattress, I pile on my seemingly endless amount of pillows.

With the bed now made I make my way to the bathroom to finally pee and take a shower. My clothes cling to me from the night terror I had just moments ago.

The shower takes about thirty minutes giving me just enough time to wash my long blonde hair. I haven't cut it since I was eight. My uncle thinks women should have long feminine hair, or something along those lines. My sister being a rebel cut hers in a pixie cut, which surprisingly works really well with her slender face.

Looking in the mirror with the warm towel wrapped around my freezing body, I observe my features like I do everyday. Seeing if anything has changed overnight.

Of course nothing has changed. Nothing ever changes. Ive looked the exact same since I was fifteen. I have the same dirty blonde hair the slightly curls past my hips, the same grey eyes that have a neon green tint to them. The same color as my little sister and my dad in his old pictures. My frame however is not something I enjoy looking at.

My sisters small frame sports a tone stomach and firm butt that I am completely jealous of. My frame is much larger, my stomach normally sits above my jean line creating a muffin top that isn't too noticeable in loose hoodies. I have  boobs but they are hidden in my baggy shirts and my butt is non-existent. I'm practically a large crayon in clothing. Which explains why she has a drool worthy boyfriend who absolutely adores her and I have a body pillow.

Walking away from the mirror I notice the time is already 06:20 and I'm later than usual. I hurriedly throw on a pair of jeans and a large black hoodie, anything to slim the figure. Throwing my wet hair into a thick messy bun, I run into my sisters room to wake her up for school.