Joanna Cummings woke up one day, and was changed forever..
Epilouge
I woke up and saw a figure standing in the corner of my room. It was a girl, but the girl looked different from normal girls. I didn't scream, in fact I didn't even flinch. I just stared at her.
"Help me," she asked, "please."
I continued to stare at her. She just kept pleading. I gave in...
"What's your name?"
Her pale skin turned rosy in embarrassment. She looked up at me, and I saw her face. White pale skin, apple red lips, and the bluest eyes that could possibly not be blue. "Izzy," she whuspered. I got up and walked to her. She got scared and started to cry. I stopped walking and reached out my hand to touch her. She noticed this sudden movement, and reached for me. In the light, I could see her even better, the dress she wire, was nit supposed to bevred, it was white. The little girl was bkeeding. I tried to keep my cool by pacing my breaths into smaller ones.
"It's ok...Izzy. I'm Jo and I'm goung to help you. Please just stop crying and come out of the corner," I whispered. Her bottom lip trembled, but she came towards me.
Oh My God! She's like six or something. Her hair was a beautiful golden blonde. She was beautiful, if you count out the blood. She was bare foot, and she had on chipped aqua blue nail polish. Stunning that six year old girl was, stunning intill I tried to touch her and my arm went through her.
I paced my breaths again and screamed. I woke up. It was all just a dream, a very disturbing dream. My mom came rushing in, screaming, "Joanna, Joanna Beth Cummings don't you never scare me like that again." I tried to keep my breathing under control, but something about that dream seemed off. Like Izzy was visiting me in my dreams. Was izzy real? Or was she my mindnplayingvtricks on me?
I just had to find out.
I looked over at my mom, who looked worried. I took a deep breath. "I'm fine mom. Don't worry, jyst a bad dream," I reassured. She nodded and slowlybwalked bqck into her room. Never had I seen her thus shocked.
It gets me worried.
I laid my head back on my pillow, and tried to get Izzy ouy of my head. But the thing is, I'm a curious gurl. And I was very curious. And there is no way I'm not going to think about her. So I closed mt eyes and dreamt of Izzy. Regaurdless of my mom and family, I will find out more on Izzy, and I will succeed.
