Till Death to Us Part
Three friends, one town and a hundred years of adventurs..at least for one of them. When Carlee Rye came home form a short summer's break with her grandmother in California she never expected to find that her whole world would be turned on it's head. Love, pain, friendship and hardship follows her up until the day everyone dies; and beyond.
This will take place in first person point of view, including that of Carlee's, her two best friends Lucy and Aribelle but a few other character whose names haven't been revieled.
2. Carlee's Nightmears
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Later that day I finished half my book, filled three pages front and back with doodles and ate dinner but I still couldn’t get that spot in the forest out of my head. I had no idea why I was drawn to that spot but for whatever reason I was.
‘Now is not the time for fixating on dark spots in the woods.’ I told myself lying in bed. ‘Tomorrow you will go shopping, run into some friends and forget about it.’
At least that what I hoped.
The second I closed my eyes I was back standing on the edge of the woods my eyes locked with the same spot. Only now, I was brave enough to venture in. The ferns and other forest growth was wet with rain and soaked into my clothes. I kept going forward until I reached a small clearing I didn’t know was there. I stepped into the center and turned around while looking up. The trees pulled away from the clearing leaving a perfect circle to allow the sun to shine down whenever it decided to make an appearance. I couldn’t believe this place had been here for so long and I never knew about it.
“You shouldn’t be here.” A male’s voice said defiantly.
Snapping my head in the direction of the voice I asked, “Who are you?”
“You have to leave,” His voice was more urgent. “A war is coming and I don’t want you involved.”
“Who are you and what the hell are you talking about?” I asked spinning around trying to find the male who was apparently trying to save my life.
“Get out of here! Go, run!” Desperation laced his voice and I had no choice but to turn and run.
Sprinting through the forest I darted around trees and jumped logs but after running for a few minutes I realized I was lost. I stopped and spun around several times trying to get my bearings but I didn’t know this part of the forest, I didn’t know which way was out.
“Help me!” I screamed into the air hoping that the guy that told me to run was right behind me. I could feel my heart racing and my vision was starting to blur with fear.
“What do we have here?” A sooth, almost transparent, voice chimed.
“Please leave her alone.” The male’s voice pleaded.
“How could I do that, she knows about us.” The other male’s voice stated flatly.
“I don’t know who or what you are! I can’t even see you!” I screamed hoping it would help my cause.
“She doesn’t know!” The unknown male sang. “How lovely!”
“No, that’s okay; I think I’d rather not know.” I said shakily picking up the vibe that this invited knowledge of knowing what or who was out there.
“You must know. I’ll show you!”
From there, all I saw was extremely pale skin and blood red eyes.
Sitting up as fast as I did usually made me faint but this time it only woke me up. I was drenched in sweat and my heart was racing. My chest was on fire, my legs throbbed and my head felt like it was going to explode. Leaning over I checked the time, 2:30 A.M. great, I’d only been asleep for a few hours.
Getting up I stripped my bed and made it back up with new sheets, I walked into the bathroom and washed my face with a wet rag then ran it down the rest of the exposed skin. Looking in the mirror I noticed there were dark circles forming under my dark blue eyes.
“You can’t keep going on like this.” I scolded myself. “When school starts you have to focus.”
Walking back to my bed I remembered the other dreams similar to the latest I’d already had; the same two voices, the first warning me of war and the other seemingly plotting to kill me with me listening in. Forget about being afraid of dying, I was afraid of listening in on someone wanting me dead. But as I lay my head back on the pillow I realized something, I had seen the killers skin and eyes.
“I’ve seen that skin before!” I jumped back out of bed and over to my desk pulling out my camera. Flipping through a few I found what I was looking for, the lunch table housing the family of couples. And there it was, the same pale skin, not as thin looking but it was the same. Somehow I knew they were connected and I indented to find out how. Or possibly more importantly, why.