Bring Me Home

Chapter One: Dreams of Blood

The sky lite up beautifully in the darkness. I counted to ten before I heard the thunder rolling in the distance. I waited and watched in awe as the night sky lite up again. I watched the beautiful thunder storm until my eyes became too heavy with sleep.
Blood. The walls were decorated with the dark red splatter of blood. The thick smell of iron filled my nose. I was paralyzed. Why can I not move? Where am I? Why am I so cold? So cold, yet I cannot even manage to shiver. I don’t know where I am.. I am so scared.. yet, I cannot scream. The part that has me frightened most of all is the shadow moving throughout the room. My eyes cannot follow it, yet it is because it had moved in front of me, it had made me aware of it’s existence. This had also made me aware of a very frightening truth. Alone, cold, and completely paralyzed in this dark blood splattered room, I am not alone. Worst of, as the shadow came closer with the scalpel to my throat, my body refused to allow me to scream or close my eyes as the inevitable was about to happen. This thing was about to slit my throat.
I woke with a jolt. I gave my room a once over before sighing. Just another blood stained nightmare. I sigh again, wondering if I will ever pass them. Ever since the tragic accident that claimed my fiance’s life and I moved to this small town, I have become an overworking psychological mess with dreams stained in blood. I shook my head and threw the covers down. Oh well, I thought, better to shake it off and get ready for work. As per usual.
After tossing on my scrubs and giving the photograph of the love of my life a kiss good bye, I began my journey to the hospital that I currently work as a brand new nurse in the field. This was supposed to be a joyous night. I was supposed to be married, back in my home town, coming into work with my old coworkers where I went from an LPN to an RN. I was supposed to be greeted with congratulations all around. Not where I am not known, treated like a newbie on the spot. I had to move though. I could not bear the constant stares of sadness and apologies. I was better off here.
The night ended up being slow. I trained with a nurse that only ended up having two patients all night. I was happy to leave. All I wanted to do was shower, lay down for bed, and not dream of blood. Surprisingly, my wants all came true.
“Gabriella!” I heard her voice call my name. I couldn’t see her at first, but I had remembered thinking her voice was like an angels. Blonde hair was the first thing I remember seeing coming to view. Bright blue eyes like the ocean. Creamy milk white skin. She wasd beautiful to look at. She held her hand out to me and I took hold of it without a second thought.
“Come now, sweetie.” She said to me as she walked out of the room. “You are going to see Adrian until your brothers’ party. Do pick something that both of them will enjoy, won’t you dear?” I smiled brightly back to her.
“Of course, mother! Do I not always get them good gifts?” I was smiling on the outside, and yet for some reason, I felt a sinking dread on the inside.
Two men waited at the front door of the large home, both talking quietly amongst themselves. I automatically went to the side of the tall man in a dark old style suit. That is when I realized what my mother was wearing. An old Victorian style  pink dress that cut off at her shoulders and flowed delinquently down to the floor with while gloves that went up to just passed her elbows. Then I looked at my reflection through the glass on the door. I was young, right between thirteen and fourteen years old. My navy blue Victorian style dress had sleeves that went to the end of my arms and flowed down to the floor like rose pestles. It was beautifully designed.  
“Darling?” My father looked down to me questionably. His golden brown eyes matched my own, though his darker brown hair was different from my blondish red, which I had assumed I had inherited from my mother. He smiled to me and put his arm out to the side and wrapped me in a tight hug. “I told Adrian to help you pick out something your brothers will like. Do that for me, wont you?” I smiled to him and nodded.
“Of course, papa.” I hugged him back tightly. After a long hug, I turned to the man my father had been talking to. Dressed in black with long silver hair, the man held out his arm and I wrapped mine with his automatically, without a second thought in my mind. I looked to his perfect milk white face and drank in every feature. Especially his emerald green eyes.