Chapter 1

A Chapter by kally

The beginning of my story

I never thought it would end this way. I can’t explain the regret I feel deep within myself. I never thought that I would know people like I know them now, dead or alive. This isn’t another fictional run-of-the-mill love story or another story with a happy ending. I’ll say it right now: this story ends in tragedy because in the real world not a lot of things end with a happy-ending. Happy endings are for fairy tales or any other story. My story is true. I know it’s true because I was there, it happened to me. I didn’t always used to be this way, so pessimistic and negative; it just happened as I grew up and realized how the world really worked. I pulled a lot of strings to come back and tell my story so enjoy.

I climbed into bed without another thought to what may have happened that day. I was tired of it. I didn’t want to deal with them anymore. Couldn’t they go make someone else feel like they were always wrong? Couldn’t they just back off and not challenge me to every word fight they wanted to have. Couldn’t they just leave me alone? The answer is always no. “Lakota!” my mom called, “You need to do the dishes, right now.” It just never ends. “Coming mother,” I shout back. I pulled myself back out of bed feeling sluggish as usual. I couldn’t help but pause and look at myself in the mirror.

I am your average teenager. I have light blonde hair, a little above waist length. It is medium wavy. My face has no freckles or scars. I have clear skin that looks as if it’s never been kissed by the sun. I am 5 foot, 8 inches tall and weigh approximately 109 lbs. I play soccer and lacrosse a lot of my time, keeping me fit and slender. “LAKOTA! GET UP HERE NOW!” My mother shouted. “I’M COMING,” I yelled back. I broke the staring contest I was having with the mirror and trudged slowly but surely up the stairs to do the dishes. My little sisters always entertain themselves with making fun of me while I work on the dishes. They were nowhere in sight tonight though.

I have three little sisters named Savannah, Shay, and Ke1. Savannah is 13 years old and has dark brown hair, but she keeps it short not more past shoulder length. She has deep green eyes that make her look wise way beyond her years. She is always competing with me to do everything pin-point perfect. Shay is 11 years old and has dark blonde hair that is wavy and approximately half way down her back. Shay has brown eyes that look as if you could melt into them. Kel looks like the smaller version of me. We both have medium wavy light blond hair that is a little above our waists and we both have dark brown eyes. A plate clatters to the floor bringing me back to focus. Luke was standing in the kitchen staring me with a mixture of fear and worry. He hurriedly helps me clean up the plate’s broken shards. I snuck one of the sharpest pieces of the plate into my pocket to use later. Luke is Savannah’s twin. They look pretty much the same. The only difference I was actually able to find is that Luke had a little lighter hair than Savannah. Twin brother and sister just wasn’t enough for my parents. I noticed this because they had another one. I finished the dishes and said good night to my parents Kiara and Jake Anderson.

I stumbled into my room and climbed into bed without another thought of what had happened that day. Just laying there for hours brought on the actual realization that I had lost my best friend. The lights blinked out and I was enveloped with the calm curtain of the night. I tossed and turned for hours on end and I didn’t think I would ever fall asleep. I heard my mom and dad climb into bed and drift off and I felt the eerie calmness that only exists when I am the only one awake in the house. Eventually, I fell asleep and my horrible day was replaced with horrible nightmares.

In my nightmare my mom and dad took Savannah, Luke, Kel, and Shay and left the house. I was alone for exactly 12 minutes before things started to get weird. I saw three huge creepy men open the back door of my house and scatter. I started to get really scared and tried to escape through the front door but the locks had changed sides so that I was locked in. I pounded on the door screaming for help but nobody could hear me. With my banter the men easily found me and carried me kicking and screaming upstairs. They had rigged a video camera to the T.V. that was rigged to follow every single one of my hopeless attempts to free myself. The video footage was being projected live right on national television. I was so embarrassed. That’s when they started stripping me. They got me down to my underwear and bra and tied me to a chair in the middle of the room. Every single one of my failed struggles was met with a sick laughter from my wardens. One of the biggest ones took out a knife and flashed it proudly for the camera. My struggles got more and more frantic but alas, no avail. Without a care in the world the man took the knife to my leg and carved the words “No escape.” I was trapped. The words were carved into every part of my body and I felt the pain of 1000 literal knives. When the men were done cutting and slicing up my now flawed body and threw me into the fire place. I drowned in my own blood.

“Lakota? Lakota? Are you okay? LAKOTA?” I was awakened from my hell world by my mother shaking me. The places the men had ‘cut me’ in my dream still hurt with the pain of 1000 knives. I lay still for a few moments trying to decipher between reality and dream. The pain reminded me it wasn’t 100% a dream but half- way between dream and reality.

I forgot to mention before my family moved into this huge, beautiful house, there was another family that lived here. Hold on, I’ll tell you about that in a few minutes. My family’s house has 6 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms. All of the walls in the house are painted washed- out white with blue baseboards. Mother didn’t like the baseboards very much when we purchased the house but she’s gotten used to it. The outside of our house is painted a tanish- cream color and on all of the corners of it are lined with brown rocks. Outside we have a pool with grey tiling all around it. The tiling is my favorite part because it soaks up the heat and is perfect for sunbathing. It looks more like something out of a fairy tale than a house in Raymont City, Ohio.

Okay, back to the family that lived here before us. There were five people in that family who met their terrible end. The mom’s name was Sarah, the dad’s name was Louis, the oldest daughter’s name was Brooke, the middle daughter’s name was Raquel and the youngest daughter’s name was Jackie. I’m not exactly sure how they all died but I will find out.

© 2012 kally

Author's Note

Please critize constructivly on what I can improve/add. And what do you like about it so far?

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Mechanically its Great. Your detail is awesome, and the short chapters is in my oppinion a good idea, I tend to enjoy books that have smaller chapters than those that are 10 plus pages because They keep you captivated in the story and they seem faster pace. Lakota seems really interesting I am tempted to find out more about her mysterious dark side, and see if it ever lightens up. Wonderful job :)