Dark

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1:

The music was way too loud. The lights in the club were flashing black and white violently, ready to make any person have an illusion. My massive headache was only increasing by the passing minute. Too many sweaty bodies pressed against each other moving to the beat of the music, the smell of alcohol invading every sense of my body, the techno beat getting faster and faster and peoples thrusting increasing; it was just too much. I needed to get out.

As I move towards the bar to grab my well hidden purse, my eye catched a rapid moving figure. A dark shadow captivated my eye in almost a ghostly form; Its bright red eyes capturing every aspect of my soul. Man, was I drunk. But even though my eyes must have been watery from all the eye rubbing, the shadow still made its way accross the wave of people in the bar, moving faster and faster and with each movement a more defined purpose, obviously unseen by all the people in the club.

As it inched closer, desperation started to explode through my body. Why was I the only one that could see this thing?

Panicked and alone, the world was now closing in on me. Great. My nightmares from the past week had desperately been creeping onto my mind, invading every single one of my thoughts. They were frantically seeking a way into reality, as if trying to find a way to exit my dream world and come onto the real world to torture me more than they already had. And it seems as if they now got a hold of my world. Even my family was beginning to doubt my mental condition. They even hired a family psychologist to talk about school and friends. She was a tall blonde with straight hair who's eyes' colors were still unknown to me or the world due to her constant use of dark glasses. It was rumored that those glasses were more of a use than to see or read. She, although, was a smart looking woman who at random times smirked at me, was crazy in the most unexpected sense of the word. She, as me, was an outsider to the world. She was thought to be a creature rather than a person. She always seemed to 'understand' where I came from, as if these nightmares occured to her too and she wasn't just another psychologist. Even she, someone who supposedly experienced the same things as me, felt that I needed therapy, but deep inside, I knew she didn't want to have that type of case in her shoulders, especially from a family friend.

My mind wanted to wonder further away but my fear had a stronger hold over my body. I couldn't move. Every instict in my body told me to run; to get out of this place and run until I found my way back home, but I couldn't. I could now see the shadow clearly.

It was a mixture of a shadow and a black mist, its only human characteristic its eyes. Bright, big, red orbs staring into my soul, evil making its way through the shadows pupils and crawling onto my own eyes. It wasn't touching the floor; it wasn't even walking, it was flooting. The music and the lights stopped abruptly, immediately relieving my previous headache a little, and drunken footsteps heading out of the club as if on command were heard. Maybe, I thought, if I act like I hadn't seen him it would go away, but it wouldn't matter. I couldn't move, my body obviously controlled by his eyes.

The world had now completely vanished and it felt as if I and it were now completely alone; the stare down of the century between me and him, good and evil, green and red eyes, and between me and my possible assasin tonight.

My fear could not be controlled for too long but I had to try. In the few survival clases I took I learned that fear and panic were your worst enemies in an emergency, but I'm pretty sure the instructor hadn't seen this thing with his own two eyes.

As much as I tried to compose myself I felt as if every longing second, pieces of my soul falling from my eyes were feeding it. I frankly looked away since the tension had grown slightly more each second. It felt like centuries were passing by, but I could tell not only 5 seconds had passed.

The shadows low growl brought me back to reality. That was weird. If it didn't have a mouth, how the hell did it growl? As if reading my mind, pink,plump, human lips came into view. Human lips. I gasped, my mouth betraying my confident posture.

He seemed fascinated by me, but before I knew it, the lips seductively smirked at me and disapeared within the shadow, its misty form following behind. As much as I looked around, it was now completely gone without any trace.

Surprising hope suddenly was replaced with disappointment. Everyone had already left, leaving me as I was now used to being: alone. Once again I was left alone to my thoughts wondering what the hell had just happened...

AUTHORS NOTE:  

Hey guys! I'm new here and I will publish the second chapter as soon as this one gets at least 15 reads! For those people who read it, thank you so much and any critics or comments feel free to do so! If theres any suggestions about anything that can happen in the book, message me! Thank you! :)