The Story of a Girl

    Galaxy stood infront of the closed door. Light shone out form the crack at the bottom illuminating her feet.

    "Mom?"

    Silence was her only answer. She clutched one hand to her chest and slowly stretched out the other hand to the door knob. She turned it slowly, and the gently pushed it open.

    "Mom," She stuttered the second time. Still no answer. She finally pushed the door all the way open to reveal the blood. The blood that had spattered everything in the room. The door,the shelves,the dresser,the walls,and the chandelier hanging silently like a martyr awaiting death. She stood horrified in the door way, taking in the entire scene of suicidic horror. Her eyes then fell upon the the bed. It was practically dripping in the blood. A .48 pistol was lying on the floor next to the bed,and her mothers hand hung lifeless above it. the blood had formed tiny streams and was dripping from her fingertips. A choked scream was hung in Galaxys throat, tears were streaming down her face in salty rivers. She rushed to where her mother lay outstretched on the bed. Half her face was gone, leaving a bloody husk in its place. A slight smile was on her face and blood was running out every hole in her body.

   Galaxy started awake. Sweat was pouring off her forhead and tears stung her eyes. Her heart had been beating at an incredible rate and adrenaline was pumping through her body. That had been the only thing she ever dreamed of at night and everytime her mother was horribly deformed in a different way. Well, she thought, not everytime. There had been a time before her mothers death she had dreamed of better things like marriage and fairytales. Oh well, at least she had Micah. He had saved her from a hellish life and now was taking her away from everything. It was just like a fairytale! No more dreaming of being whisked away by prince charming. Hell, who wanted prince charming when you had the most beautiful vampire sitting next to you on a train bound for who the fuck cares.

   " I see you're finally awake," Micah breathed seductively into her ear.

   A muffled incoherent sentence came out sounding something like mrrfhumml glrffsinn. It was supposed to be, "Yeah, i'm awake."

    "What did you dream about," He questioned," You look like you just saw somebody being murdered."

    Oh, crap, she thought. If I tell him what I was dreaming I'll just start crying again and it'll be sooo embarrassing and I'll look like an ugly troll from idiotville and I don't want to think about mom.

    " Ummm.... I was dreaming about...ummm...Adrien?"

    " Really?" He was raising his eyebrows and his one blue eye stared questioningly at her and his colorless grey one just stared off into space like it was oblivious to everything.

     " Ah...well...er...I was actually dreaming about..." She couldn't go on. She flashed back to the gruesome, blood filled scene. A wave a nausea washed over her and she ducked her head down and stuck it between her legs. Don't puke, don't puke, don't puke she chanted inside her head. But of course, she felt the bile rise up inside her head and vomited all over Micahs shoes. Tears filled up her eyes. It wasn't from the memory only but also from sheer embarrasment of puking on her soulmates shoes...no matter how ugly they were and how much they didn't even match with what he was wearing...even though he was a vampire and should be able to dress right but unfortunately was still a man and didn't know what matched with what. God, she couldn't stop thinking! JUST SHUT UP!! she yelled at herself.

   "Ahhh...you didn't just...um...you know. Puke on my shoes?"

   All she could do in response was groan and try futily to wipe her face.

   "Well, its okay. I didn't really like these shoes anyways. Besides, They were absolutely ugly and I should know better, being a vampire and all that." He started chuckling to himself.

   Wait a minute, she thought. He jsut said everything she was thinking. How the hell... and then it hit her.

   " You can read my mind?"

   "What?"

   " You heard me! You can read my mind."

   " Well..."