Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 1: Alone

This story is in first person of Cami, but as she makes friends and enemies, we will switch between their points of view. When you see this;
* ( charecters name) POV *

It means we have changed view points to a different character. I would also like to inform my readers that this book will be very graphic in some chapters, describing bloody scenes. If you are under the age of 10, i do not reccomend this book, and you should stop reading here please. Thanks for choosing to read my book!

* Cami's POV *

Ugh. Monday. That means school. Well, i might as well introduce myself. Im Cami, im 16 years old and have THE WORST life ever. Want to know why? My own family thinks im a deranged psychopath, so do my classmates, and im called zombie or deadhead almost every day. Ive had many frightening experiences, at one point i had a demon crawling up my body while i was pinned down in bed.

I dont have any friends either. But my family is moving soon, so maybe i will find someone like me! Maybe even fall in love. But im not one to do that.... Ive fallen in love many times. Only to find out the boy thought that i belonged in an asylum.

* 1 week later *

I was running, through a dark forest full of pitch black trees. As i look behind me, i see a half snake/ human/ demon/ bull thing charging at me, making these horrible squeeling noises. Like a pig noise mixed with a crying baby...i look ahead and see a door. Its white, perfect. But it looks to perfect and pristine for a place like this! I dash foreward and grab the handle, the horrific beast behind me getting closer and closer. I open the door, and come to.... A mountain of dead bodies.

Some are decapitated, limbs torn off, intestines hanging out of gaping holes in their sides, revealing a still beating heart. Suddenly, they all begin to stand up. The bull-thing trying to force its way through the too-small door. All of the zombies are coming at me, the bull made its way through the door! I see yet another perfect white door on the other side of all the zombies. The weird thing is, everything is covered in blood, except for the door. I didnt think about it too hard though. I bolted through the zombies, getting scratched and mauled, my left arm was ripped off at one point, screaming in pain, i reached with my other hand and opened the door.... I felt drawn to it.... As if i was destined to go through it. As soon as i opened it, a demon with razor sharp claws pounced on me, took a single bit off my limbs, a pool of blood and tears of intense pain around me. Then the bull made its way over and was about to stab its horn in to my stomach.......

I woke up in a fit of tears, screaming and cold, clammy sweat. As i calmed myself down, i was wondering, what did those doors need to do with anything? As i look at my bedroom door, its the same clean, perfect, pristine white from the dream! And now it sets into me, i realized that no one came to see if i was ok. Now i knew...i was alone with these doors. Never to be comforted by the loving hands of my parents again.