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Color code : Red, not part of the story
Black, story.
I'll add more everytime I finish a chapter. c:
I was on the ground, the posion sinking into my veins, as my blood seeped from my wrist, the cut stinging more than I thought possible. I let out a scream, as my body was lifted up, then dropped back down. What was happening to me? What was I ? No. WHO was I? I obviously wasn't going to get any answers now. My parents couldn't know anything about this, considering they're not my birth parent. I found this out that night. I've known my whole life I didn't look like them. They were Tan, blue eye's and blonde hair beauty's. The both of them. And I was pale, brown hair and green eyes. My body seized up, and I screamed once more, tears running down my rosy cheeks, and suddenly everything stopped. My breathing was hard, and my heart beat fast. I felt different. I felt stronger, and the aroma of the forest filled the air, as I realized that was where I was. The tree's canopyed the night sky. The stars. I looked around me, and saw I was alone. Or at least I thought I was, until a face I reconigized appeared, right in front of me. His voice was frantic. "Paige, Paige are you alright!?" He was smoothing back my long hair and my green eye's gazed into his. I was too tired to breath, and before I knew it, I was passed out in his arms.
The next thing I knew I was on the couch, in my living room. I could hear my best friend Johnathon and my parents talking around the table, in the kitchen. My eye's opened to a man staring at me. His head popped up. "SHE'S AWAKE!" His voice was loud, and my brow furrowed, an angry look upon my face. "You don't have to yell." I murmured. I stood up, realizing I was in my bat man tank top and short shorts. I was 16 years old and deeply in love with Bat man. How embarresing. Johnathon grinned when he saw them. "Nice Pj's." He said shoving his hands in his jean pockets. I murmured a thanks, my face flushed. My adoptive mother gave me a hug. "Honey, you look extra pale!" My father replying with a smug, "Is that even possible?" I didn't answer but looked directly to Johnathon. He obviously knew why. And I needed to know. "Just a little sick." I said. The look on his face was pleading, almost begging me not to say anything. My mother smiled, "Yes, sweety I know. But you don't have a fever, so you have to go to school. Go get dressed." She sent me to my room, and I went, putting on gray boot's, jean shorts and a small white t-shirt. I sighed, as I put on a necklace of black leaf. I grabbed my black back pack quickly, and rushed out of the room.
I was walking to school with Johnathon like usual, and I turned, a confused look on my face. "John, what's going on? I'm so confused. Last night. . . " I looked at my wrist, a scar on it. "What the hell happened to me?" He sighed, his long black hair, fell in his face, covering his gray blue eyes. "Paige, last night you were attacked. A man named Vincent did it. I tried, I promise you, I tried to stop it. But I got there too late. " He started talking fast, and saying things that made no sense to me. "John, slow down. " I inturupted him, but he gave a faint, fake smiled anyway, but it faded as soon as he realized he'd have to explain. Taking a deep breath he summed it up. "Paige, your going to start seeing things."
Chapter 2
'Don't breath. Don't breath, Don't breath.' I smiled at the princible. I had just had a panic attack before finals. Well , you couldn't blame me. I wasn't human, I was sitting here making sure I didn't breath, and trying not to focus on the dead man behind my princible.. "Paige Mariano. I don't understand. Your a straight A student, why on earth would you, of all people have a panic attack because of FINALS?" He said my last name perfectly, which most people didn't considering, they weren't Italien. He was looking at my perfect record that I've been working on since I was five, hoping to get into Harvard. "I'm sorry sir. If you could just, let me take it right now, or anything I'd pass, I promise." My voice was begging and he sighed. "Fine. But you tell no one." He leaned across the table. "And I mean No one. That I let you." I nodded in agreement. "Yes sir." I shook his hand, and went to take my finals.
It was lunch, and I sat down next to Johnathon, completly whipped out from the finals. "How'd you do?" He asked, in his cool well mannered voice. "I aced it. " I replied, after taking a bite of my sandwich. He leaned back in his chair and yawned. The tension between us seemed immense, and painfull. He turned to me, a worried look slightly covering his face. "I'm so sorry, Paige. I never wanted you to get hurt." I stood up, slightly mad at him. I took my things and walked away.
After Lunch things went down hill. I got home a bit later then usual, and found a letter for me in the mail box. Growling softly, I opened it thinking it was junk mail and my eye's widened. I was suddenly scared. Scared out of my mind. It read :
Paige Mariano, I've been watching you. I know everything about you. They are coming for you. You must leave. Do not come back until 8:30 Pm. Your parents will be fine. Run, Paige. They are coming.
I put the papper in my back pack, and ran as fast as I could to the forest.
Tear's lined my face, as I stood in my drive way, watching. Watching my house burn down. Watching my parents dead bodies being carried away. I was so stupid. To leave. My parents will be fine!? Not really. Dead, is not fine. A police officer was trying to talk to me, but I wasn't listening. Until he said the word adoption. My body tensed up. "What. . . ?" He sighed, "I'm sorry, Paige. But we have already found you a nice couple. They have a daughter around your age. " My jaw locked. "Where?" He frowned. "Morristown, New Jeresy. " My eye's widened slightly. I'd lived in California all my life. Now I'd be in New Jersey? I fell to my knee's and sobbed.
Chapter 3
"Paige? Paige. PAIGE!" An unreginized voice tried to wake me. My eye's opened slowly to a man. My new father. I was in a car, heading to my new house in New Jeresy. Wooh-hoo. "Huh?" My voice was soft, and quiet. "Welcome home." He smiled piloitly, grabbing my bags, and opening my door. I stepped out and thanked him. A bubbly blonde, cheerleader type girl ran out to greet me. She was, like they said, my age. He big brown eye's looked at me, smiling. "Hi! I'm Emily! We're gonna be great friends! Oh, your so pretty! " She hugged me, and I looked around, awkwardly. Okay. I wasn't goth or emo, but I was deffiently not as peppy as her. "Uh. . . yeah. . ." I managed to reply back. She grabbed my hand, leading me inside their beautiful, elegant three story house."We're gonna share a room! Oooo this is going to be so much fun! I'll take you shopping later, so you can get with the latest trends here!" Her was high pitched and frankly, a bit annoying. She lead me upstairs and showed me my bed, "like the bed spreed? I picked it out myself!" It was lime green, with pink circle's, and white insides. "Cute." I said, sitting on it. She smiled, and sat next to me. "Oh we're going to have so much fun! Come on, you can unpack later, we're going shopping!" She pulled me up, and ran down stairs. She asked her father for money, and he gave us each 500$ with out hessitation. I was shocked. Emily walked out side, and got in her car, telling me to get in the passanger seat. I did as I was told, and yawned. She drove to a mall, and parked her car. "Do you have your licesenes? " She asked. I nodded, "Yeah. But I don't have a car."
A little while later we were in forever 21. I picked out a long gray cardigan, and small black t-shirt. I found a jean skirt, and a few sweaters, and scarfs. I paid for it, and Emily scolled me for my "bad taste". Of course she had picked out a bright pink flowery dress for herself. When we got home, she made me show her everything, and ended up adoring my style. I grinned, "Thanks, Emily." She nodded and smiled, "You can call me Em." I gave a small smile back, "Okay, Em." She bounced on her bed, "So tomorrow's your first day. I know this guy you would LOVE. His name is Daniel, and he's soooo your type." I laughed a bit, "Thanks, but I'm not intrested in dating right now." She let out a slow gasp, as if every 16 year old would want to date. She laughed. "That's funny, Paige." I frowned, examining my self in the mirror. I was in the jean skirt, gray cardagin, and black tee. I had gray Ugg boots on, and a necklace, that was in the symbol of a bat, tucked into my shirt. Suddenly I saw a man in the mirror behind me, and started screaming. Emily jumped and stood up. "It's okay, Paige. Ghost can't hurt you." I blinked. "Ghost? What? " Emily rolled her eyes." I know your a neckromancer, this whole family is. That's why your living with us. I saw him too." She stuck her hands in her pink GAP hoodie, her faded jeans making a swoosh sound as she walked. "I was like this when I was first attacked. " I froze, my body tensing up. "Attacked. . .? " I knew something had happened. And I remebered Johnathon saying I was attacked. "It happens every month or so To neckromancers. A ghost takes over your body when your at your weakest of that month. They either try to take your soul, or take over your life. But nothing ever happens." She smiled and ran her fingers through her icy blond hair. "Anyway. The first is always the worst. The ghost your seeing is Vincent. He was sent by a man named Johnathon to kill all neckromancers on earth. Rumor has it, he can see a neckromancer before they've even devloped their powers. I heard he attempts to kill you, and if that doesn't work, he kills your parents and then friends, until he kills you. "
My eye's filled with tears, and Emily gasped. "Paige, are you okay?" I took a deep breath. "Johnathon. My best friend is Johnathon." Her hand went over her mouth. "Oh s**t, Paige. I'm so sorry." She helped me up and shoved me towards the bath room to changed into pajama's. We went to bed early, and I hated the fact I would have to go to a new school the next day.
Chapter 4
I was getting ready for school the next day when Emily came out in a bath robe, her hair wet. "Okay." she began. "I was thinking that if you don't like Daniel there's always---" I inturupted her. "Emily. I'm serious. I just want to focus on school work, and just FRIENDS. Not guys." Emily laughed, "Okay, okay fine." She said putting her hands up. She walked into the bath room and blow dried her hair, while I got dress. I wore the gray cardigan, black t shirt, jean skirt and gray ugg's with my bat necklace that I always had with me. I really was obsessed with batman. Once Emily was ready, we ate a bit of fruit salad, and got a ride from her dad to school. We stepped out of the small silver car, and thanked him for a ride.
Everyone was staring at me. I mean everyone. As soon as we entered everything was quiet, all heads turn towards me. I saw a guy with shaggy brown hair, and brown eye's come towards us. He was tall, and if I may say, A-dor-a-ble. Emily grinned. "Paige, this is Daniel." She said, when he came to stop in front of us. I blushed, realizing what she was true. He was my type. But I couldn't focus on that. No, not right now. "Hey, Paige. It's nice to meet you." He smiled lightly. and dug his hands into his pockets. "You too." I replied quietly, and my voice was soft. I was looking at my feet, hidding my blush, with my wavy brown hair.
Chatper 5
He was amazing. Breath taking. Every time he talked to me my heart beat picked up, I kept thinking I was having a hear attack. His flaws? Wow. His flaw just make him more perfect. We had science together, and he asked if I wanted to be his partner. I said yes, of course. He blew my mind. In the middle of Science he turned to me, and started talking about ghost HE saw. Yeah, the whole school were some type of mythical creature, or what any one NORMAL would call freaks. Necromancers, vampires, zombies, everything. I was so excited. I had friends, tons and tons of friends. People LIKED me. Next to Emily, I was the most popular girl at school.
When we got home that day I nearly passed out. Another letter for me. I told Emily about what had happened before, with the letter. She sat down with me and opened it. It said :
Something terrible will happen to you in two days. You will be taken. Do not tell them anything about you. Trust no one.
 Cherry Flavored Zebra · Wed Jul 08, 2009 @ 09:42am · 0 Comments |
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