Chapter 1

My name is Catherine, Catherine Lee. My fiancé, Leo Sanders, and I were perfectly happy, that is until May 29th, 2011. It was the night of my bachelorette party, and my friends had taken me out to a club to celebrate. And of course I wanted to celebrate, I was getting married the next day!

In case you were wondering who I am, well here it is. I am about five feet and seven inches tall, and have dark, chocolate brown eyes and hair. I'm 29 years-old and a doctor. i met my fiancé  in medical school, and he proposed the night after graduation.

Back to the party, I'd had to drinks and wanted to talk to Leo before I was completely out of it. So I walked through the back of the club and I stepped out into the little alleyway next to the club. my idea was that I could just stand out there with the door propped open so that I could just go back in. But, unfortunately it shut, so I just was going to go back in from the front. But after trying to call Leo three times I gave up and decided that he was fine. But when I turned round to head towards the front of the club there was a man blocking my way.

"Excuse me." I said and tried to go around him. but hewent in the same direction I did.I thought at first it was one of those awkward moments where you both go the same direction a million times. But when e started coming closer to me I realized that this wasn't one of those moments.

"What do you want?" I asked him in a voice that clearly told I was terrified. Chills ran down my spine when a sarcastic smile spread across his face.

All he simply said was 'You' before he started running towards me. before I could run or do anything else he had grabbed me by my hair and was dragging me down this rank, dark, and filthy alley. I had been to preoccupied earlier that he had been there or i would of analyzed how grimy, and yet sofisticated, he looked, and sleezy too. And dark alleys are usually something I, and the rest of the population, stay clear of if possible.

"Let me go!" I tried to screaming at the top of my lungs, but before I coud actually get any words out he slapped me hard across the face. But i couldn't give up that easily, I had to put up a fight. i kicked and flailed my arms as wildly and as hard as I could. All I managed to do was kick him in the knee, but then he stopped walking and pulled my hair backuntil my chin was facing upward and I could see him straight in my eyes. All I could do was glare at him.

"Now be a good girl, and stay silent unless told otherwise, Catherine." I was still to angry and had too much adrenaline in my system, that I didn't even notice him say my name. Right when I was about to say something his lips were on my hard and fast. I started to panic when I realized what was about to happen to me.I punched, kicked, and pushed at him and tried everything I could think of. But in the end he was stronger than me, and overpowered me.
The rest of it was all a blur, but some parts left scars in my mind. Him forcing me to do thing I didn't want to do, and then he raped me. I realized then that prince charmmings don't always come to help the damsels in distress.

"Tell me you love me." He said, and I started to sob harder. With a thick, almost inaudible voice I choked out the words. "Tell me you want me."He said and i sobbed out the words he aked me to repeat, then it was all over. After a couple more minutes stood up and i pulled my close back the quickest I'd ever had before. I climbed to my feet and turned to run, but he grabbed my arm. I pulled and, luckily, his hand slipped and I Started running faster and harder than I ever had before. I turned around and saw that he wasn't behind me, but I couldn't stop running. I had to get away from this monster.I knew that if I didn't get out of this alley, I'd be dead.

I turned around just in time to run smack dab into a brickwall. And my face was the first thing to hit it. But I surprisingly didn't feel it, probably because all the adrenaline pumping through my system. It was going to hurt like heck tomorrow. I bounced as if I was a rubber ball getting thrown against the wall, but I landed hard on the ground. I hit my head and it started throbbing on impact. I'd run straight into a dead end, shoot. I had to make up the time I'd lost. No, no, no... This can't be happening to me. I turned around and almost ran smack dab into him, the man who was going to appear in my nightmares until the day I die.

"Peek-a-boo>" he said in a smile that wasn't sarcastic, but sadistic instead. For each step he took forward was one I took backward. But then there was one step that I couldn't take back. my back was against the brick wall and I was enclosed in the space with this animal creeping towards me.

I knew I had to try and runaway, again. But this time, when he grabbed my arm he swung me against the walland knocked the wind out of me. I lay there gasping for breath on the ground. But the he yanked me up and before I could even breathe, he had pinned me against the wall and had a gun to my head.

"Congrats, Catherine," I was about to ask him how he knew my name but he pressed the gun harder against my temple, so I kept quiet. "you surely have been the toughest one so far. You deserve around of applause." He looked around like this is exactly what he expected to see and hear, an audience. but there wasn't any. thank God, how humiliating would that be. I spat in his facer. He winked at me and continued by saying "It's a shame that all your spunk is going to go to waste, I could've grown to like it." Oh and my apolagies, my dear Cstherine I've seem to forgotten my manors, my name is-." That's all heard because he had shot me and sent my brains splattering against the wall.

All of the sudden I could see my own body, the fear and terror shown plainly on my face. along with all the other scars i'd recieved that night. My limp body slumped to the ground and cold dead eyes stared at where my, I think, ghost was standing. i was currently to preoccupied with my death to think about how cool it could be to be a ghost. The man whispered something inaudable in my dead body's ear. I wish I knew what it was it was starting to drive me insane.

As a ghost i scream fowl words at him that I knew he wouldn't hear, but felt good saying anyways. I need to know he was, but my thoughts were interupted when he returned will gallons of bleach. I was confused why he was dousing me with it when everyone knew what I looked like.

But it all became clear when he pulled out a lighter.

But before he lit me on fire he looked into my cold, unmoving, dead eyes and said "I love you Catherine." Then he lit me on fire. i screamed even though there wasn't any pain for me anymore. He was destroying all the evidence that would lead back to him.

But when everything around me started going dim went totally black, but then it started getting lighter again until the light became unbearably bright.

I tried straining my eyes to see something, anything really, but failed. With my eyes, I searched every square inch of the room and saw nothing. It wasn't until the third time I did this that I saw a figure walking towards me, but for some reason I was unafraid. And after the night I'd had, that surprised me. But what really freaked me out was that I was abolutely possitive that the figure had not been ther before.

"Hello, who's there?" I pasused before saying "Who are you?" But it didn't stop there, question after question left my lips' 'Where amI?' or 'Why is it so fricken bright in here?' After I had stopped babbling my question had yet to be answered.

"Catherine Lee?" He asked. I was postive it was a guy by the deep huskiness of his voice. After I nodded to confirm that it was indeed me he went on by saying "Welcome to Heaven."

Before I could stop myself I busted up laughing. Was this some kind of joke? But after remembering what happened to night I realized that this probably wasn't a joke. I abruptly sstopped laughing and was suddenly sort of nervous. "Are you serious?" I asked in an unsey tone that certainly showed my nervousness.

"Yes, I'm possitive that this is no joke Catherine. Anyways my name is John Willow, and I'm your guardian angle." he finished and stuck out his hand. At first I stared at it uneasily, but shook it anyways, and, man, does he have a firm grip. And I have to admit that e was pretty good looking. if the situation was different and I didn't have Leo I probably would have hit on him. But I started crying then, I wasn't going to get married, have children, or see Leo again. John looked a little confused and a little uncomfortable but lead me to a couch and I cried for what seemed like a forever and a half.

When I finished crying I looked up into the crystal blue eyes o fhis and seemed to get lost in them. And his spiky black hair in a disordered way that worked for him. And a well built body too...

I realized soon that John had picked me up outof the chair I had thrown myself into after failing at finding tissue. He held me over the couch,and I was waiting for him to put me down. When I realized that it was my arms that were wrapped around  his neck, and not letting go.

I quickly realeased myself from him and fel to the couch. I then just sat on the cuch and stared at the white floor, for what seemed like hours. But I didn't care because I was dead nowand there was nothing I could do about it.

Finally John spoke again "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked almost unsure. And these definitely didn't want to hear, but was expecting.

"Don't you already know?" I asked assuming that he should know these thing if he were my guardian angel.Which i don't totally get either. If you're in Heaven, then why would you need a guardian angle.

"First of all, I'm pretty much just your grief counceler, ot whatever else you need, to help get through your pain."

 I don't know why it made me angry that someone sent him to be my friend rather than him coming himself bothered me, but it did anyway. He gave me a minute to process this. After I was done thinking I nodded as a sign to go on.

"No I don't know what happened to you. It's your business and can tell me if you want to, or when you're ready to tell someone. But you have to know that you can trust me. I know it must be hard, trust me I went through it too." He said and this really left me short of words. Joh couldn't be but two years old me. he must have been murdered.

"Will you tell me your story?" I asked. he stopped and took a second to think before he shook his head to say no. i didn't press the sdubject any farther than that. But then something I wanted more than anything else in the world, other than to se Leo, popped into my head. "John, can you find the name of the person that murdered me?" He winced at the word murder. But he looooked a little doubtful and right as he was about to say something I cut him off and said "Please, it's what i need to get over my grief."

All i could think is that I had to know who this man was, the man that murdered me like it was nothing. it would haunt for the rest of my um... unlife I guess, if i never nknew his name..

"Fine I'll find Catherine. But I will tell you nothing else other than his first name It's all that's allowed." I didn't argue I just had to know some part of this sadistic person who is psychopathic.

Before I even really thought about what I was doing I put my hand over John's. "thank you." Were the only words i could fit out before my voice became thick with emotion. So I didn't say anything else, I just smiled and stared into his. After about two minutes we both realized what was going on and he pulled his hand back first and I felt embarrassed.

I suddenly felt very tired. Do people in Heaven even sleep? "Are you ready to see your room?" John suddenly asked at the perfect time. "Okay so i can see you're wondering about what we sleep for. Well we are life forvces that just don't walk the Earth anymore and are above, and we live unseen to them. We don't have to sleep if you don't want to, but it's a good source of ennergy replenisher." I just nodded not wanting to admit that I was stunned to recieve all that news at one time.

But trust me I wanted to sleep, and hopefully forget all that had happened to me tonight or whatever it was now. I stood up and looked at him signaling him to lead the way. He caught on quickly and showed me to this spectacular place they call bedrooms. Well I'll say one thing, that the word 'bedroom' is an understatement.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very strong opening chapter. The poor woman raped and abuse then to face someone like the rapist. You have my attention. I wonder where are taking this story. You have many options. A excellent opening chapter.
Coyote