Chapter 1

"Wait!" I yelled at Parker running ahead of me up the hill we always had picnics on.

"Hurry up slow poke'" he said back, smiling as he turned and looked at me. I had finally caught up with him. I screamed.

"What is wrong?" he asked concerned. I sucked in my breath and started crying. Blood was coming out of his eyes.

"Your face, Parker!" I yelled at him. He smiled and fell to the ground with a sickening thump. "PARKER!" I yelled at the top of my lungs and fell to his side. No response. Blood oozed out of his eyes. "PARKER!" I shook him violently.

I saw his chest move up and down and his lips moved. "You did this to me, Marisa," he said with what sounded like two voices. His heads jerked to look at me, "It was your fault." His face was all distorted. With a big grin on his face and overly pale skin. I screamed bloody murder.

I grab what I think would have been grass but was actually my blanket. It was a dream. Another god awful dream that will forever be marked a nightmare. It has been my third nightmare like this since Parker died 4 days ago in a so called accident. He drowned.

I force open my red swollen eyes and rub them roughly with my pale hands. I next rub my head that is still replaying that image of Parker's face to find my greasy, blonde hair in a knot around the pony tail I left in my hair. "Ugh. I have to get better about these things." I pealed the sheets sticking to my sweaty leg as I hop out of the bed at 5AM to take a shower and get ready for school.

I took a longer shower than I wanted. It was 5:45 when I looked at the clock and I had to leave for school at 6:15 if I wanted to make it on time. What is the point? The only thing I have at school is Blake. Yes, he is my boyfriend and I love him but I can't talk to him like I did with Parker. Parker knew all my secrets from cheating one time when I was drunk to my biggest fear.

When I stepped in to my room it felt like a cold, glassy palm touched my shoulder in the most gentle way. It gave me chills, but mostly comfort like someone was there for me. I wanted to cry, but I have to be strong. I took a step onto the carpet and the feeling disappeared.

After getting ready I had gotten into my car and drove off to school to face probably the worst day of my life.

A/N: My first story and I need comments. I'm bad with grammar and stuff so please do not mind it, or you can tell me. Should I continue or maybe you could try guessing where I'm going with it. With Love, Alyssa. :D