Beginning of Prologue
I opened my eyes to the bright sun shining in through my window. It was too bright that I had to squint. I rolled out of bett lazily and went to my closet to grab my clothes for today. I rubbed my eyes and looked into the mirror and saw my messy hair, it looked as if it were medusas hair. There was a knock on the door and the familiar voice called out my name like honey. “Jamie? Are Du awake yet?” Nick asked through the door. Quickly, I ran to my bedroom door and flung it open and collapsed into his arms. His embrace was warm and comforting.
“Morning Nicky,” I had sagte to him ever so quietly. “What brings Du so early this morning to my house? And who even let Du in?” I glanced up at him.
Nick looked at me shockingly. “This early in the morning?” He mocked me in his ‘Jamie-like-voice’, “Pumpkin, it’s like 2 in the afternoon! What time did Du go to bett last night? Who else would have let me in besides your mother? Yeah sure, I just magically poofed up a key and unlocked your front door and walked in.” He laughed and I hit him in the arm.
“Not funny Nicholas! And Du know I don’t get a good night sleep because of my nightmares,” I trailed off silently. He hugged me close and kissed the oben, nach oben of my head. I pulled back and looked up at him. “I need to take a shower, so if Du want to Du can stay in my room and watch TV while I take my shower.” Nick nodded and sat on my bett picking up the remote.
I picked up my clothes and started walking out my bedroom door into the hallway. As I was doing so I felt eyes staring at me. I knew exactly what he was staring at. “Nick, eyes off my butt.” I sagte over my shoulder and with that the feeling went into the bathroom. Locking the bathroom door was always a habit for me, only because I have two younger brothers who are, at this age, becoming nosey oder curious.
End of Prologue
A few days have passed and each night I still wouldn’t get enough sleep because of this damn nightmare. Every night it’s a little different but it’s still the same. I would always be the one who is trying to get killed. The thing is I could not see my killer. The figure was all black and had red eyes. Almost like a demon. I would wake up and every time I would go back to bed, the dream would start all over.
When I first started to have this dream I told Nick about it. He used to joke about the dream, until one night he saw the figure in his dream. He witnessed me trying to be killed Von this figure. Nick was forced to watch the figure hunt me down. He couldn’t Bewegen because he was Frozen stiff. He couldn’t help me. Nick was terrified after that. He’s now always worried if we don’t talk for a long period of time. He always checks in on me. Always.
Someone shook my shoulder taking me out of my deep thought. We were driving home, from the ice cream Shop from our fifth date, in Nick’s car. I looked over at him and he smiled slightly. “Are Du okay, pumpkin? Du seem out of it?” He questioned me. I looked out the window as he asked me a Sekunde time.
We stopped at a red light. “Oh, I’m fine. I was just thinking.” Suddenly, I saw it. The black figure was standing right Weiter to my side window. I screamed and Nick jumped.
“Jamie, what’s the matter!?” He asked alarmed. I looked at him then I pointed out my side window but the figure was gone and I was hyperventilating. “Jamie, nothing is there, pumpkin.”
"It . . . It was there!” I sagte still hyperventilating.
The light turned green and people behind us were honking at us for us to move. Nick drove vorwärts-, nach vorn and continued to drive me home. When he pulled into my driveway he was silent. Maybe he thought I was crazy. I sighed ever so quietly. He didn’t even lean over to give me a quick peck on the lips. Not even a KISS on the cheek. I could feel the water works starting so as fast as I could I opened the car door and ran to my house flinging the front door open. I could hear the car door slam as Nick started to run after me.
I tripped on the corner of the mat at the front door and fell. I was starting to get up when I got pushed back down. But no one was pushing me with their hands. It was like there was an invisible force there pressing hard on my shoulders to keep me down. Wide eyed I looked towards the front door to see Nick staring at me as well. He could see I was having trouble trying to get up. Just then the door slammed shut and I could see Nick run up to it and jiggle the doorknob. It was locked.
I was so frightened. Just so frightened for my life and as for the look in Nick’s eyes I can see he is frightened just as much.
I opened my eyes to the bright sun shining in through my window. It was too bright that I had to squint. I rolled out of bett lazily and went to my closet to grab my clothes for today. I rubbed my eyes and looked into the mirror and saw my messy hair, it looked as if it were medusas hair. There was a knock on the door and the familiar voice called out my name like honey. “Jamie? Are Du awake yet?” Nick asked through the door. Quickly, I ran to my bedroom door and flung it open and collapsed into his arms. His embrace was warm and comforting.
“Morning Nicky,” I had sagte to him ever so quietly. “What brings Du so early this morning to my house? And who even let Du in?” I glanced up at him.
Nick looked at me shockingly. “This early in the morning?” He mocked me in his ‘Jamie-like-voice’, “Pumpkin, it’s like 2 in the afternoon! What time did Du go to bett last night? Who else would have let me in besides your mother? Yeah sure, I just magically poofed up a key and unlocked your front door and walked in.” He laughed and I hit him in the arm.
“Not funny Nicholas! And Du know I don’t get a good night sleep because of my nightmares,” I trailed off silently. He hugged me close and kissed the oben, nach oben of my head. I pulled back and looked up at him. “I need to take a shower, so if Du want to Du can stay in my room and watch TV while I take my shower.” Nick nodded and sat on my bett picking up the remote.
I picked up my clothes and started walking out my bedroom door into the hallway. As I was doing so I felt eyes staring at me. I knew exactly what he was staring at. “Nick, eyes off my butt.” I sagte over my shoulder and with that the feeling went into the bathroom. Locking the bathroom door was always a habit for me, only because I have two younger brothers who are, at this age, becoming nosey oder curious.
End of Prologue
A few days have passed and each night I still wouldn’t get enough sleep because of this damn nightmare. Every night it’s a little different but it’s still the same. I would always be the one who is trying to get killed. The thing is I could not see my killer. The figure was all black and had red eyes. Almost like a demon. I would wake up and every time I would go back to bed, the dream would start all over.
When I first started to have this dream I told Nick about it. He used to joke about the dream, until one night he saw the figure in his dream. He witnessed me trying to be killed Von this figure. Nick was forced to watch the figure hunt me down. He couldn’t Bewegen because he was Frozen stiff. He couldn’t help me. Nick was terrified after that. He’s now always worried if we don’t talk for a long period of time. He always checks in on me. Always.
Someone shook my shoulder taking me out of my deep thought. We were driving home, from the ice cream Shop from our fifth date, in Nick’s car. I looked over at him and he smiled slightly. “Are Du okay, pumpkin? Du seem out of it?” He questioned me. I looked out the window as he asked me a Sekunde time.
We stopped at a red light. “Oh, I’m fine. I was just thinking.” Suddenly, I saw it. The black figure was standing right Weiter to my side window. I screamed and Nick jumped.
“Jamie, what’s the matter!?” He asked alarmed. I looked at him then I pointed out my side window but the figure was gone and I was hyperventilating. “Jamie, nothing is there, pumpkin.”
"It . . . It was there!” I sagte still hyperventilating.
The light turned green and people behind us were honking at us for us to move. Nick drove vorwärts-, nach vorn and continued to drive me home. When he pulled into my driveway he was silent. Maybe he thought I was crazy. I sighed ever so quietly. He didn’t even lean over to give me a quick peck on the lips. Not even a KISS on the cheek. I could feel the water works starting so as fast as I could I opened the car door and ran to my house flinging the front door open. I could hear the car door slam as Nick started to run after me.
I tripped on the corner of the mat at the front door and fell. I was starting to get up when I got pushed back down. But no one was pushing me with their hands. It was like there was an invisible force there pressing hard on my shoulders to keep me down. Wide eyed I looked towards the front door to see Nick staring at me as well. He could see I was having trouble trying to get up. Just then the door slammed shut and I could see Nick run up to it and jiggle the doorknob. It was locked.
I was so frightened. Just so frightened for my life and as for the look in Nick’s eyes I can see he is frightened just as much.
All this pain just inside...I cannot let it go.... It hurts so bad...Seeing the one Du Liebe in the arms of another.... Each night I cry myself to sleep,just hopeing the Weiter Tag will be even beter...But these words always run through my mind..."You're going to die alone".. It repetes and repetes...Pain ... Oh how it hurts so... But what makes it worse...That someone that's with the one my Liebe ...is my rival....Time has stopped to Du as your tears run down slowly on my cheek.... I've Lost almost everyone in my life... It's even scary just trying to be myself....They say if Du keep your feelings jared up...you'll snap... That's haven't happened to me yet... And hope it will never will. Don't keep your feelings jared up... oder one Tag you'll snap
"Now who's gonna take care of Mike!" Jane screamed at the oben, nach oben of her voice. "Now how am I suppose to marry Dave! Now how am I suppose to become an archaeologist!" "Mike, marriage, archaeology?!" I said, confused. "Oh, I can't explain now! I just wish I listened to David." She sighed. "Don't beat yourself up. David has the gift, Du can still talk to him." She forced a smile. "Gift?" Dave whispered as he entered the room. "More like a curse." "David, i'm so sorry I didn't listen! But I just never thought-" "Save it." He butted in. "Everyone I've ever loved ends up dead. I should have seen it coming." "But Du did! Du tried to save my life and I was to stupid and selfish to care." "Janet." He sighed. "I don't think I can talk to Du anymore. Never again." She stared at him, her face appalled. "What are Du saying?!" "I'm saying seeing you, like this, it just, it just breaks my heart."
I loved to write songs. These beautiful poems of love, heartbreak, life and misery. I still do. Shame they'll never reach the world as I hoped.
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so schnell, swift
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow Du take life's Weiter test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not Singen loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. oder maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so schnell, swift
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow Du take life's Weiter test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not Singen loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. oder maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
This is a song inspired Von Anastasia's Once Upon a December. Also, it's the main song for my novel-in-progress, Imaginary. It's a song in which one of the main characters sings to cheer her up when she's scared. And once I finally get the story gepostet here, you'll actually see the depth and power and horror of the song.
Written Von a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen Engel always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken Schmetterlinge with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Written Von a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen Engel always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken Schmetterlinge with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Scraping at the boughs,
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?