Prose

Chapter Three: Samantha
17 years old

  I woke up to a wet pillow, I'd been crying in my sleep. I had that dream again; that memory. It seems so long ago now, but the dreams never stopped.

  I was coming back home from my rose garden, I was in a good mood because I finally was able to see them. I stepped into our yard, and that’s when I felt something… I didn’t know what it was but it didn’t feel right. I quickly walked up to my window and peeked in. Everything looked alright, but I still had that funny feeling. I opened my window and climbed in, a huge wave of struggle washed over me. I didn’t know what happened but I knew it was bad.

“Mommy?? Daddy??” I said cautiously, inching towards my open door.

  I could hear the wind rushing through the house; leaves were rustling on the floor.

'Why are there leaves in here?' I thought.

  I didn’t know what was going on, I was so confused to the point of tears. Or maybe I was scared to the point of tears… I walked out into the hallway as quietly as possible. 

NOTE: heyy it's me again! this is only part of the chapter, i've been really busy these past couple of days and i've had no time to finish it xP (also i'm suffering from severe writers block, so if you have any ideas, PLEASE tell me!) but anyways, i hope you still like this little tid bit of the chapter! ^-^ ta-ta for now!
-HarleaQuinn66