acquainted dreams [t.r]

01

i've included a song i think will go nicely to this chapter :)
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"Go fuck yourself Patrick."

And with that, Anya Evan's steps out of the car, slamming the door shut rather harshly on her boyfriend. She mutters a stream of curses, quickly drenched by the tedious British rain as she walks up her driveway to her front porch. Anya had always loved the rain. The rain had always been her friend. As a little girl she had prayed for those rainy days; the ones where she would sit by the fire all day, with a burning cup of hot chocolate, watching whatever shitty daytime tv was on with her mum. But her once friend seemed to now be mocking her, fuelling her anger even more.

"Fucking asshole" she muttered, fiddling with the cluttered set of keys she carried, trying to find the right one to unlock her front door. Patrick had once told her that she needed to sort her keys out. Why the fuck do you need a key to a house you lived in eight years ago Anya? He had asked. She's sure at the time she had given him some snarky reply about how she liked clutter, but now she was reluctantly beginning to think he was right. That was a first.

Before she could find the right key, she felt her wrist being grabbed quite violently, forcing her to face the driveway. She was turned to look at Patrick with blurred vision, both from her tears and the rain. He stood, just as drenched as she was.

"What?" she snapped. She had grown tired of their repetitive arguments. It was always the same. She had been a bitch, or he had been a dick. Neither of them were particularly kind to each other, their friends often wondered if they even liked each other. Anya often thought that too.

"Anya, stop being a whiny bitch and get back in the god damn car." His wet hair was stuck to his forehead, brushing his eyes that were boring into Anya's. The same eyes that Anya had become infatuated with a year ago. It's a shame you're such a dickhead. She thought.

"If you think I'm going anywhere with you right now Patrick you are sadly mistaken." Her gaze matched his, she always returned his aggression, as he always returned hers. Perhaps that's why their arguments often got so heated, it was never a one-way notion.

"Fuck Anya, come on. We'll go for dinner or something." His voice had calmed ever so slightly, but his eyes remained cold. But Anya was stubborn. A personality trait her mother had said would be the death of her.

"Did you not just hear what I said Patrick? If you think i'm going anywhere with you you are sadly mistaken." She dead panned him, turning her gaze back to her door, pulling her wrist away just for it to be quickly pulled back.

"Anya-" Patrick dared.

"Patrick let me go right now or I swear to god I'll scream." This was certainly not an empty threat. Last summer when the couple had engaged in one of their infamous screaming matches, much too similar to this, they had ended up in almost this exact predicament. And Anya did scream. She screamed bloody murder.

Anger fuelled Patrick's eyes, as he unwillingly dropped Anya's wrist, accepting defeat. Anya breathed a sigh in relief.

"You're a real piece of fucking work Anastasia. I'll pick you up at 7:30 for school tomorrow." And with that, he turned, making his way back to the car. Anya raised her middle finger towards his back, turning to finally open her front door.

"Twat."

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Once inside her house, Anya was greeted with silence. Her Dad worked late hours, but she didn't mind, she had always enjoyed her own company. Besides, the silence was a stark contrast to the previous thirty minutes spent with her boyfriend, and she found comfort in that. Anya made her way to her bedroom, opening her door to walls covered in posters, magazine clippings, drawings, anything and everything she liked. She loved her room to look like it belonged her. And it was solely hers. She quickly changed into a pair of pyjama shorts, keeping her The Rolling Stones t-shirt on. After pushing the accumulated mess off of her bed, she lay down to face the plane white ceiling, the only part of her room where you could still see the original wall colour.

She was exhausted. She always was after an argument with Patrick. Her throat was raw and her eyes stung, it never helped that she always cried when she was angry. Grabbing her Walkman off her bedside table, she put her headphones on, hoping to drown her crowded thoughts away with music. Soon Anastasia found herself drifting asleep, the frown that was etched onto her olive skin, now fading into a distant smile.

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Anya was cold. No, fuck that, she was freezing. She hadn't remembered her room being so chilly when she fell asleep. Reluctantly, Anya opened her eyes to only be met with the blurred vision you always awake with after a sleep. Groaning, she pushed herself to sit up right. But her hands were not met with the plush mattress she had fallen soundly asleep on. Instead, they were met with cold, rough stone.

"What the fuck?" Anya exclaimed. Rushing to stand up, her dizziness increasing in the process, causing her to fall back to the floor again. Instead of attempting to stand again, Anya sat, rubbing her already raw eyes. Once she gained focus, she recognised that she was sat on the stone floor of what seemed to be an empty church like hallway, with a rather large, grand staircase front of her. Glancing down at herself, she realised she was still in her pyjamas. No wonder i'm freezing.
As far as Anya knew she had never been one for sleepwalking. Certainly never one to sleep walk to whatever this place was.

Making a second attempt to stand, Anya used the wall next to her as leverage, hoisting her body up. Her whole body felt unusually heavy. Breathing deeply, Anya remained leaning against the wall for a few minutes. Trying to regain the senses she had lost in her sleep.

"Excuse me?"

Anya jumped with a fright, muttering a stream of curse words as she turned around.
It was then Anya's eyes met with a pair of black ones, staring coldly at her. She looked up at the curly brown haired boy who towered over her.

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i hope this isn't too confusing.
i'm also kinda scared because this is the first chapter but i hope you liked it regardless :)
sorry if there's any grammar errors.

love always,
grace x