Chapter1
Eyes look at me from the darkness, claws come out to slash at my body. I feel this intense fear that begins gripping at my throat. The images are hazy, out of focus, my eyes try to adapt to the darkness around me so I can see where the next attack will come from. Unfortunately, I can’t make anything out and I feel myself losing the battle before it even began.
The claws make contact with my flesh, ripping into it and making me feel like my life is coming to an end. I can’t move, my legs are frozen, and each time I try to scream, nothing comes out. A man’s image flashes in the distance, looking at me with disapproving eyes, and wagging his finger back and forth in front of his face. He is gone before I even get a chance to see him clearly. I am surrounded by whispers of things stalking me in the night. The growling noises make my legs shake, and then, this overwhelming feeling of intense hatred and desire comes over me.
Getting down on my hands and knees, I start to turn into an animal, with my teeth bared and all of my senses coming alive. I catch my reflection in the mirror and see that my eyes glow a bright yellow color. Suddenly, I feel like I am at one with nature, something to be feared – and not the other way around.
Finding myself plunging into the abyss, I hear someone say “Gail…Gail…it’s happening again.” At first, I ignore it, but the voice draws me away from the nightmare until I am slowly blinking to find I am crouched atop the kitchen counter. I am naked, my muscles taut – ready to spring into action, and my entire body is covered with a fine sheen of sweat. “Jesus, how many times are we going to have to go through this? I know that you’re in therapy, but I’m not sure it’s doing any good. Every night it’s the same damn thing, and then I find you in here looking like you’re about to attack something.”
Glancing in his direction, I see my boyfriend Andrew, looking disheveled and concerned. “I wished this wouldn’t happen, but I just don’t know how to control it.” In the back of my mind, I instinctively know this has something to do with my past. Losing my memory a year ago, I wandered into this town with no idea of who I was. Andrew was there from the very beginning, looking after me like a doctor, and staying with me through this entire ordeal.
“We will find somebody that can explain this, and maybe we can get back to a semblance of a normal life.” He said with an exasperated sigh, before turning around and walking back upstairs to our bedroom.
My eyes moved to the kitchen counter, seeing tell-tale scratch marks on the surface. Lifting my fingernails, I see I have pieces of the counter embedded under them. For a moment, I think that I can see my eyes glow the same yellow color as they did in my nightmare, but when I shake my head and turn back around…it’s gone.
I try to make sense of recent events. I see my reflection in the mirrored dish cabinet in front of me: it’s still shocking to see the pure platinum blond hair looking back at me. It’s almost a shimmering white color. I don’t think anybody has seen anything like me in this town. It’s probably the reason why nobody tries to befriend me (although they appear to be friendly) yet nobody goes out of their way to talk to me.
Looking at the clock, I can see that it’s exactly the same time of 6:00 AM. I find myself here, like this, every day at this time. I’ve tried therapy, sleeping pills, and even acupuncture, but nothing has prevented me from getting out of bed at this hour in a sleep-induced manner. The man in my dream is mysterious; he has dark hair that goes down in waves over his shoulders with piercing dark blue eyes. It’s not hard to notice that he’s muscular, and, for some reason, I have this desire to see him without his clothes on.
I go over to the window and turn the faucet on, cold water fills my glass and I bring it up to my lips. The cold is jarring, but is
Eyes look at me from the darkness, claws come out to slash at my body. I feel this intense fear that begins gripping at my throat. The images are hazy, out of focus, my eyes try to adapt to the darkness around me so I can see where the next attack will come from. Unfortunately, I can’t make anything out and I feel myself losing the battle before it even began.
The claws make contact with my flesh, ripping into it and making me feel like my life is coming to an end. I can’t move, my legs are frozen, and each time I try to scream, nothing comes out. A man’s image flashes in the distance, looking at me with disapproving eyes, and wagging his finger back and forth in front of his face. He is gone before I even get a chance to see him clearly. I am surrounded by whispers of things stalking me in the night. The growling noises make my legs shake, and then, this overwhelming feeling of intense hatred and desire comes over me.
Getting down on my hands and knees, I start to turn into an animal, with my teeth bared and all of my senses coming alive. I catch my reflection in the mirror and see that my eyes glow a bright yellow color. Suddenly, I feel like I am at one with nature, something to be feared – and not the other way around.
Finding myself plunging into the abyss, I hear someone say “Gail…Gail…it’s happening again.” At first, I ignore it, but the voice draws me away from the nightmare until I am slowly blinking to find I am crouched atop the kitchen counter. I am naked, my muscles taut – ready to spring into action, and my entire body is covered with a fine sheen of sweat. “Jesus, how many times are we going to have to go through this? I know that you’re in therapy, but I’m not sure it’s doing any good. Every night it’s the same damn thing, and then I find you in here looking like you’re about to attack something.”
Glancing in his direction, I see my boyfriend Andrew, looking disheveled and concerned. “I wished this wouldn’t happen, but I just don’t know how to control it.” In the back of my mind, I instinctively know this has something to do with my past. Losing my memory a year ago, I wandered into this town with no idea of who I was. Andrew was there from the very beginning, looking after me like a doctor, and staying with me through this entire ordeal.
“We will find somebody that can explain this, and maybe we can get back to a semblance of a normal life.” He said with an exasperated sigh, before turning around and walking back upstairs to our bedroom.
My eyes moved to the kitchen counter, seeing tell-tale scratch marks on the surface. Lifting my fingernails, I see I have pieces of the counter embedded under them. For a moment, I think that I can see my eyes glow the same yellow color as they did in my nightmare, but when I shake my head and turn back around…it’s gone.
I try to make sense of recent events. I see my reflection in the mirrored dish cabinet in front of me: it’s still shocking to see the pure platinum blond hair looking back at me. It’s almost a shimmering white color. I don’t think anybody has seen anything like me in this town. It’s probably the reason why nobody tries to befriend me (although they appear to be friendly) yet nobody goes out of their way to talk to me.
Looking at the clock, I can see that it’s exactly the same time of 6:00 AM. I find myself here, like this, every day at this time. I’ve tried therapy, sleeping pills, and even acupuncture, but nothing has prevented me from getting out of bed at this hour in a sleep-induced manner. The man in my dream is mysterious; he has dark hair that goes down in waves over his shoulders with piercing dark blue eyes. It’s not hard to notice that he’s muscular, and, for some reason, I have this desire to see him without his clothes on.
I go over to the window and turn the faucet on, cold water fills my glass and I bring it up to my lips. The cold is jarring, but is
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