A Rainbow In The Night

How it all began

I am Evelyn May and this is my life, my story. A great tale of confusion but nevertheless a great tale indeed. I have read many stories. Some about angels, where their life was forbidden, others about vampires. What an interesting book it was. Im still waiting for the end. What about my end? Well, that is a good question, but before I get to that, you must hear the beginning. This is how it all began.
It was raining outside of my dusty, old window. I was in my room writing a book. There are an infinite amount of reasons why a person would write. Maybe they want someone to know who they are. Perhaps to tell someone something, anything, to be heard and not isolated in their own, never ending thoughts. But that is but one of many reasons. My main reason for wanting to be writing this, to tell others my words, is that...I have no one else in the world who will listen. No one to turn to and I admit I'm scared...what if I'm alone forever? Im not one to have many friends. It seems I have a history with death. Many who follow don't live very long. I tend to kill those I love.

I started to write something. Black words on white paper, putting my thoughts on the pages. Many things came to me. Piece by piece a story seemed to spill over the white of the pages. After I wrote down my last thought, I went to lie down, but what was weird was that I was tired. I'm never tired. I let my eyes close softly, darkness was all I saw. Sleep enveloped me like a gentle embrace, and I was glad. I was so happy that I could sleep, I hadn't even thought a nightmare this bad could happen.

"It was all a blurry mess of colors. I saw red, gold, black and blue. I was at my old school, but everything was burning. Black smoke billowed out of the walls, breathing became a nightmare in itself. The smoke burnt my lungs. Every breath I took was taken in agony. Teachers, parents and even students were screaming and there were monsters eating everyone in sight, including people I called my friends. I screamed , or at least tried, but no sound came out. Turning my gaze around I saw I was free to move, nothing was holding me in place, but as I attempted to turn my head, it was as if an invisible force was holding me in place. I am much stronger than I look, but I don't think even I could break free. I was forced to stand there and watch my friends die right before my eyes.

I began to feel tears run down my cheek. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see this horror. Not a moment later my eyes were wide open after a hand embraced my cheek. The feeling...slimy, scratchy, like ocean soaked sand from a beach of broken bottles, sharp, gritty. My eyes shot open in shock and disgust. There...in front of my eyes...I could not comprehend. A monster but, what is it? Those scaly, dark lips opened to speak, "This is only the beginning..." and I felt as if i were turned to stone...

When I woke up I called for my mother because she was usually the one who woke me up. I wandered the house in the clothes I wore the day before. A red t-shirt and sweatpants. After about a half hour of eating toast up and down the stairs I checked for her car and it was not in the driveway. Not being able to drive as per usual of my little life, never old enough and what-not. I walked to the door and locked it with the key around my neck, all of my school work in my hands.  "Man today is gonna be a long day," I leave my house, happy and smiling.

I arrived at school an hour late, since I had to walk all the way here. I walked into class, sat down, and dropped all of my books. I am glad my teacher didn't even notice. I picked up my clutter and started the assignment.

I somehow finished in time and decided to pack up and head to lunch. I grabbed my bag and headed to the door, but before i could take the knob in my hand the teacher called me over to her desk.

"Yes?" I said.

"Could you meet me outside Evelyn?"