Until You Lost It

Chapter 1

The sounds of an alarm blasted in Victoria's ears. With her eyes closed, she quickly found her phone and turned off the alarm, clicking to snooze button. Just five more minuets and I'll be out, she thought. Going back to sleep, she dreamt of how her day would go. Just being friendly to everyone, getting the same scores everyday, just the usual. It suddenly turned into rage, her closest friends turning their backs, doing drugs and drinking, her eyes lowered as she randomly giggled. She looked up to see a white light flashing, the sounds of people laughing and talking drowned out as she got up to see the flashing lights.

As she stumbled up the stairs, she could suddenly hear the alarms. It got louder as she drew closer to it. The door was cracked open, shadows of the light flashed. She pushed open the door to see just a plain white room. It was as if she was stuck in a white box with no way to get out. A loud screech entered her ears, bending down to cover her ears, only knowing that nothing would help. She fell to floor with great depth, looking into a puddle as the screech continued in her ears. She stared at her reflection, everything seemed perfect. A face appeared out of no where, it was her own reflection, but more torn up. Her curley hair was damp, eyes were dull, her dark skin looked lighter, she looked like as if someone had torn her life up. It was like someone decided to make her life a living hell, to take everything away from. Her reflection suddenly screamed, making the screeching become louder.

Victoria quickly woke up, sweat trickled down her forehead while her breathing had become rapid. She looked around, seeing that she was still in the same room. Only a dream, she thought, just a dream from hell.

Victoria had quickly gotten out of bed, knowing that if she went back to sleep, the dreams would only get worse. She didn't know why she had these terrible nightmares, they just come and go. She didn't like watching scary movies, in fact, she purely hated them. How could people like them; the reason why is because people like the thrill of being scared. It gets your adreline pumping, your stomach clenching, your heart racing and Victoria didn't want to experience any of that.

Walking into her own bathroom, she stared into the mirror. Her eyes were bright blue, the curls popped out of her pony tail from the endless nightmare she had. Her skin was the same color, and her life . . . was still the same. No drugs or alcohol coursing in her veins, the sleepiness had gone away due to all the thinking of the nightmare.

She peeled off her sweaty clothes, jumping into the warm water that seemed to relieve some of the tension in her body. She stood in the shower, not moving as the water hit her body softly. If was as if she was getting a massage.

She thought about all the nightmares that has been happening. Could it be a sign, she never took the hand of God serious. Could it be a warning, some of the same things have been appearing in the dreams. Like the white box, and the flashing lights; it couldn't be a Godly thing, aren't God's work supposed to be about good things?

After washing herself up, she walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and hair. Walking over to the vanity that held her outfit. She took a seat, staring in the mirror. Maybe I should just cover them all with blankets, she thought, looking into the mirror.

She applied her make-up, using a pink smokey eye effect with some clear lip gloss. Victoria didn't always wear make-up because she didn't liked the way looked. She felt as if she was painting her face, and she wasn't a face painter. She always liked it when her friends would wear no make-up on Fridays, it was just something between them before it became a trend. Now girls in the hallways would say, "hastag NaturalFriday." Random girls just saying that always made her slightly irritated.

Victoria stood up from the vanity, letting her towel drop. She plucked her dress from the hanger, letting it swing back and forth. She slipped on the floral dress that came down to her knees. The pink dress flowed arond her knees as she was walking to the bathroom to do her hair.