I know I said I post only on Fridays but this is an introduction to the story so have fun.
The Introduction.
Nightmares, they’ve been a part of my life since I can remember. They’re not a normal nightmare that’s discomforting, they’re a hundred times darker and even more twisted and a thousand times more real. My nightmares aren’t full of things I fear, they’re full of things others fear and I feel that. I see that they fear it. And I see them die in that dream because they run from that fear. Very few people stand up and take their fears head on but in the end they always die. They always have this shadow person, something that reminds me of a death eater from Harry Potter. It sucks the life out of people slowly. I guess I should say that I don’t see them die once but for every year they live comes to me in a nightmare and at the end they die slowly. For example: I saw a little girl die, her dad was an abusive drunk. She made it out in her head that he was a big ugly monster. She was seven years old, so for a week I each night I saw a year of her life before seeing her running and hiding from that monster, he finds her and gives her to the shadow people. They suck her life out slowly then the last night I see her die in her bed when she’s asleep. I have this curse, a curse where I can see people die. It’s always been this way ever since I can remember.
My folks died in a car accident, I was there. I saw them die even though I was in a coma for a few weeks. I watched so much death and destruction in that time. Since I was left without parents I went to live with my dad’s best friend, my uncle Bobby. He knows what I can do. He’s been helping me evolve in it. I see more than just people dying but I see them when they’re dead as well. I know, you’re probably thinking I’m bat shit crazy but I’m not. I see horrible things nightly. Every day I ask myself why I don’t just end my miserable life but then when I help someone who’s lost a loved one I remember that running isn’t the way out.
I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Lyla Ashlyn. I’ve gone by many names in my life but Lyla Ashlyn is the name I was born with. I go by Lee instead because whenever someone calls me Lyla I have this flashback of the night my parents died and there were so many shadow people there sucking their lives out of them. I’m anything but normal, I’m 18 years old and I live in Death Valley, California with my uncle Bobby. He’s the only family I have left and I can’t afford to lose him as well.
Bobby says I look just like my mother with my pale grey eyes. My black hair is wavy and shoulder length. I’m really tall which intimidates most boys so there goes dating. It’s not like anybody would want to date me anyways. My nightmares have taken over my life, literally. I don’t know what a nightmare is or what reality is. There is no difference between fantasy and reality in my world. I don’t really like my reality.
