Chapter-1 The Nightmare

A handsome devil flew through my window and sits on the sill. He flaps his leathery wings and looks at me with lustful eyes simultaneously putting a white flower on my bedside table. He hovers over me and gave me a last look before he flew away.

"Mom I'm telling you! I dreamt of it and now I've got the same flower on my bedside table!" I practically yelled at mom. She looked at me with her pretty big eyes. I always wanted her eyes, sunken but pretty, carries a lot of sadness after dad died when I was seven in a car crash due to hallucinations. My dad had hallucination before he dies for a long time. My mom tried many ways to heal him but he never did. He claimed he saw devils, ghosts and spirits. That developed my fear for ghosts and other supernatural beings. My mom always warned me I always wanted her pretty eyes, dark skin and thick, black hair. She is pretty but I'm just normal. Blonde hair with pale skin and brown eyes. Even with the slightest cold wind my cheeks begins to turn red. I'd rather be an exotic flower like her.

"You're probably imagining it." She says with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I'm coming with you to check."

Mom follows me up the staircase into my room. To my disbelief there isn't any flowers there. Just the lamp, clock and my books there.

"See?" My mom's voice visibly softens. "You were probably traumatized because you saw that devil in your dream. Now get dressed. I don't want to see you going to school with pajamas on."

My mom leaves my room but I know it wasn't my imagination. Something as going on and I'm about to find that out. I check the clock, it's 6:11. Help! School starts at 6:30!

I ride my bike along the road and find myself thinking of that devil. I began to call him Mr. Devil in my head. Mr. Devil begins haunting my thoughts again. Those eyes looking at me like that, the way he preciously put the flower..... I snap out of that daze to find myself about to crash against some parked scooter. I give a sharp swerve and brake almost throwing myself off the bike in the process. That should be made illegal, parking scooters in front of a narrow path.

After parking my bike in the school parking lot I head out to my first class. My homeroom is 12GD. I rush to where my friends, Peter and Kate were waiting. I was friends with Kate from first grade and Peter from fourth. I decided not to tell them about my dream/nightmare as to not worry them. A part of me knows that is not the truth.

When Kate sees me she rushes towards me. "Where have you been?" She screams. A few people turn to stare at her, but she doesn't notice. Peter finally catches up.

"Slow down." Peter says lazily. "Besides she was..." He checks his newly bought wristwatch. He had been showing it off since he got it about a week ago. "...Only 12 minutes late." He says.

Kate humphs which I find rather cute. I catch Peter's ears turning slightly red like it always does when he feel pressure or certain feelings. I've been trying to tell them that they like each other for years. Alas, every single attempts fail.

After my first class, which is Major English, I walk up to my locker. The boy next to me waves at me. His name is Edward and he is rather cute. Side-swept brown hair with the most adorable electric blue eyes. Sometimes I feel like they paralyzed me.

I say, "Hi Edward." dumbly. Fortunately he doesn't seem to notice and asks, "You've been jumpy lately. What's wrong?"

Am I that obvious?! Even Edward notices. I feel so dumb staring at him while Edward returns the gaze. A memory flashes to me. Mr. Devil looking at me lovingly. I imagine Edward in leathery wings and a tail. Different from the devil but still handsome. I snap back to reality when I hear the bell ring. I excuse myself from Edward and walk hurriedly towards my next class. I realize I forgot my books.

The day went by in a whirlwind. Everything seems to go by and I for a while forget about my dream. I ride my bike along the same path I go everyday. There is only one path from my home and school. I park my bike and walk inside. "Good afternoon mom." I say.

There is silence followed by my words. I look around, mom isn't there but there is a note on the table. I look at the grandfather clock which has been in my family for generations passed down from my mother. It's only 12:15. I read the note.

Ariana, I'll be away for a while. I'll return home soon, around 5. There is food in the refrigerator. Take care. Don't be home alone, invite some friends. With love, Mom.

I'm not hungry. I go upstairs to my room and open the door. A white thing catches my eye. I look around and find the white flower sitting on my desk innocently.