Hiya! Here's chapter one of Hayley Heart - I useds to be normal. It was alot of fun to write so I hope you enjoy reading. (Hopefully!) Please tell me how long you think each chapter should be. I'd appreciate any feedback, I really need it. Anyways, enjoy. Cass Xx
Chapter 1 – Hayley Heart
I should be in bed right now, I should be fast asleep. I just can't sleep. I just don't want to. Too much to think about, to much to wake up to. I guess I am tired, I just can't sleep, I just don't want to see those things again.
I think I might just text Dean, my boyfriend.
To: Dean From: Hayley
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To: Hayley From: Dean
What’s wrong, hon? Are you okay? Do you want me to come over?
To: Dean From: Hayley
I'm okay, I just can't sleep. But that's an intriguing idea, would you like to?
I sat at my desk, waiting for a reply; instead, I got a call.
"Sup?" I answered.
"I'll come over, be there in a minute. Love you." I could already hear Dean's car revving.
"Love you too."
A couple of minutes later, I heard a small knock coming from my two-story high, bedroom window. I pulled my curtains to the side, careful to not make any noise. My face pulled into a large grin when I saw Dean, his expression mirroring mine. Very gently, I pulled the window up so he could climb in. As soon as he was in my bedroom, upright, he pulled me into his strong arms, kissing my forehead.
"I missed you." He whispered, softly pushing a strand of my white blonde hair from my face.
"It's only been a couple of hours since we were at school." I smirked.
"Then you shouldn't be so lovable," He joked, "You make me miss you too much."
"Is that so?" I said, raising one eyebrow.
"You look really tired," He sighed, "Let's get some sleep." Dean gently pushed me into my double bed, and then lay, legs crossed and arms behind his head, on the opposite side.
I turned my petite frame to face him. He'd already fallen asleep. He looked adorable sleeping; His bottom lip slightly puckered, his lanky, but muscled, arms lost the tenseness and his eyebrows; light brown, lost that worried crease that usually held when he was around me.
He was always looking out for me, even before we started dating over a year ago. Dean always seemed so out of my league, he was every girl's dream boy; he was smart, sensitive, nice, funny, cute, and he always was there when I needed him.
Dean often spent nights in my bedroom. Whenever I couldn't sleep, he'd be in my bedroom, making sure I was alright. He really must love me. I sure loved him. A lot. When you love someone, it gives them the power to break you. But Dean would never do that to me.
I slowly started to drift off, my eyes gently slid shut and I was swallowed by the black. One thing I know, for sure, is that I'm dreaming. Because this happens a lot. this weird psychic dream thing. It's been happening since I was just a small child, and, so far, they've all come true.
I'm having one of my visions right now. I'm standing in the kitchen doorway, and my Mum is sitting at the table. It's raining outside. Mum's got mascara running down her usually cheerful face and she's crying her heart out, holding a small note in both hands.
I move from the doorway to stand behind her shoulder, to read the note. The note's a bit wet and ink is running down the page, but, its readable. I bend down lower to peer at the writing. My writing.
Mum,
I'm sorry. I had to go. I can't explain much, but I will, someday. I love you, and I'll miss you more than you know.
Be Happy, Hayley xoxo
Tears start to form in the corners of my eyes. How could I leave her? Besides my stepfather, I'm all she has.
I think it's time to wake up, before I break down.
Hmm, it’s really warm, for Winter. I slowly open my eyes to see a chest, a muscled, bare man chest. Oh God.
I slowly peer up to see Dean grinning at me.
"Rise and Shine," he winks, "Beautiful."
"Just gimme a minute, please, “I say, confused, "It's not every morning that I wake up to a half naked man in my bed".
"Sorry if I scared you, “He smirked."You're really warm, that explains why my shirt is on the floor. It was an interesting night, with your talking and crying, “He sighed, slightly more serious now.
"Crying?"I questioned.
Dean hesitated, “Something about a note?".
I brushed his question off slyly, "We're gonna be late for school."
He answered with a slight bit of swearing.
After Dean had swiftly climbed down through my window, promising to see me at school, it was time for me to get ready.
I had to really rush. I quickly tugged a hairbrush through my matted hair, I ended up giving up on my impossible hair and placing it into a neat bun, pulled a black t-shirt and bright blue shorts on and brushed my teeth.
I then swiftly scooped my books from my desk and into my bag as I was leaving. Once I was seated in my little Holden, I switched the radio on and made my way to Peakhurst High.
I don’t mind school, I have good grades and an awesome bunch of friends that make it all worth it. And then there’s Dean. He means the world to me. I love him more than anything. And, somehow, he loves me to.
Maybe it’s time that I introduced myself. My name is Hayley Heart and I’m seventeen years old. My life is normal, for now. I go to Peakhurst High, which is reasonably average, just like me. I’m not gorgeous, just pretty. I have white-blonde hair, lightly tanned skin and bright blue eyes. I’m only small, perfectly 5 ft 2 inches. I’ve got normal parents; Mum enjoys gardening and cooking (stereo-type, I know), and Dad’s got a stable job that earns us enough money to keep us going. We’re not rich, just slightly upper-class in a town like this. But I like being normal, It’s me.
