Hi guys Since my sis messed up my old story I decided to remake one to represent how excited I am about Halloween, I'm not gonna start the story until tommarow, hope you guys love it
Chapter 1 I got out of my fluffy comfortable bed. Once more I hadn't had a dream in weeks. Thanks to my mom and the pills. The floor was wooden and cold as my pale feet hit it. I tiptoed across my floor to my mirror. I looked at myself. I was a decent height of 5'5 I had green eyes that seemed to pop from my face. I had pale skin and wild crazy brow hair. My lips were a bright red and I suppose I get that from my mother. I reached for my large brush on my desk and started to brush my hair. For some reason I just felt in the mood of brushing something, my hand, my hair, anything that could be brushed I wanted to brush it. I started to brush the side of my mirror. I was so ecstatic for no reason at all. I just wanted to calm down so I started walking in circles so I could calm myself down. Didn't work. I sat at my mirror once again. I couldn't let my hair just stay like a mess all day. I started to brush onto one side of my hair once again. I reached in my drawer and grabbed an elastic band I looked in the mirror and gasped. There she was again. She was only in my dreams, 'Wait, am I dreaming now?' I thought to myself. I got up quickly and turned around and there she was, staring at me. Her skin was a light green with bruises that cascaded all over her neck and arms. She had on a white bright dress that looked torn and blood cascaded all over it. Her jet black long hair stayed over her face. I closed my eyes and shook my head. "It's not real!" I yelled. She drew closer to me, the floor creaked under her. With that I backed farther away, almost knocking down my mirror. "It's not real!' I yelled frantically. Again she drew closer. "YOU'RE NOT REAL! I'M DREAMING!" I yelled She continued in her pace. I backed farther causing my mirror to trample down and shatter into small pieces. She looked down at the pieces and slowly whispered to me "As Far As An Eye Can See, As Far As The Eye Can See," Her voice seemed to stick in my mind her voice repeating and replaying like a broken record. I covered my head and screamed. "NO GET OUT MY MIND! GET OUT MY MIND!" Just then my dad rushed in my room and looked at me. He hurried to comfort me. As soon as I could feel his warm jacket I held to him as tight as I could. "Honey? Are you ok, is everything alright?" he asked me. I looked at him and realized that tears had flowed down my cheeks. I shook my head. "Daddy, I saw her again," I put my head on his chest and balled my eyes out. He stroked my hair and nodded. He looked around my room but no sign of her. He knew who I was talking about. Everyone in the house did. We all referred to her as the girl that only Dawn can see. He carried me downstairs careful not to make me hurt myself on the pieces of glass on the floor. We reached downstairs and my older brother Nate was at the table eating a bowl of Cheerios. He eyed me, "Dad why do you always baby her? She's 16 now, you can't just carry her around like she's 16 months," my brother said angrily. My brother was tall and slim with dull brown hair and dark blue eyes. He had circle under his eyes and he had a scar on his left cheek. He had been cut while he was in war. My brother was 19 and still hadn't moved out. "I'm fine," I said in a low voice. My dad sat me in a chair next to Nate's. He gave me a side eye before taking his attention back to his cereal. My mom stroked my hair before she passed my dad a cup of coffee. She stood over me and nodded. "You need to get that under control, I gave you those pills, the least you could do was take them." my mom replied in anger and consideration. My mom was tall like my brother Nate with blonde short hair and hazzle eyes. She wore a green top with a pair of dress pants and shoes. She was an assistant to Roger Mesher. A local millionaire. She handed me a piece of toast and a glass of orange juice. "I was awake mom," I said "Oh yeah, first you said it was all in your head, then in your dreams and now while you're awake. Does anyone else see a pattern here? She wants extra attention. And she decided to pull this huge gist to get to us all, to make us crazy," Nate said, now furious. I shook my head. "I have no reason to trt and make other people crazy, I have no reason to pull a gist on anyone especially my family." I said in a low tone. My mom stopped stroking my hair and looked at her watch. "I have to get going, love you all," she said kissing my head kissing Nate's head and kissing my dad's lips before she rushed out the door. "Well, I better get to the site today, see what the boy's have been doing for the past couple of days while I've been out," my dad said. My dad had been out of work for a week because of back problems. He had been in pain the whole time. I guess today he just felt healthy enough to leave and not lie in bed all day. That must have been why he carried me. "Oh and Nate, Dawn shattered her mirror this morning, I need you to pick up the pieces and throw the mirror out." he replied Nate frowned,"Why can't Dawn do it?! She's the one that broke it!" he yelled "No arguments Nate just do what I ask," my dad said leaving out the door. Nate looked at me and hurried up the stairs. "Anything for daddy's little princess!" he yelled. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ An hour later, Nate came downstaurs with the mirror and threw it on the curb. I sat down on the couch and sat fumbling with my fingers. He sat next to me and frowned "I know what you're trying to pull and it's damn dumb if you ask me, trying to pull a blanket over mom and dad's heads. Well, I see what you're doing and it's not working." he said clenching his teeth. He was going to hit me. I knew he was, he always did. He hit me for smiling or for not doing the things he asks. I never tell my parents because he'll just keep doing it over and over no one will stop him. "I'm not trying to pull anything, I really saw her, she got into my mind and-" "Shut the hell up! I don't care for your lies," just shush so I can watch my favorite show." he turned on the tv and turned on America's Boxer Competition. I got up from the couch and ran to my room. My room was trashed. Nate trashed it, and what's worsts is that he never picked up the glass pieces. I sighed and started to clean my room ----------------------------------- Hi! Thanks for reading this story with me. I love you all! Nate's such a jerk right? Wish I could beat him with a wig! Anyway stay tuned because more is coming,