Chapter One-Amaya

  The alarm clock rang in my ears, scaring me awake as I flew straight up in my bed. Sighing heavily I flung my legs over the edge, rubbing my fist against my eyes. Yet again, covered in sweat, my heart thumping against my chest I had dreamt about her. This angel was dark and devastating. Why, I wonder do I feel the fear and pain when I see her, I do not know for this woman is beyond beautiful. Her jet black wings billowed at her sides with a hypnotic, silky appearance, calling you to them. Her dark violet eyes laughed and burn with an inner fire, her skin dark and smooth. Her body was slender, every woman's dream.
  In the dream I would stare at her, a hatred I didn't understand was raging within me, and I felt my smooth black hair brush against my face in a gentle wind. My skin felt chill and my soul felt lifted and determined. What for, I do not know, but for some odd reason my heart knew and that's all that mattered. The dream always ended with me flying towards this angel, white feathers stained with blood drifting from behind me. Where did these feathers come from? I had wondered this as her laughter pierced the air making my heart stop in fear.
Then I woke up.
  Sighing heavily I slowly rose to my unsteady feet, groaning at the thought of looking into a mirror, dreading going to school. "You're only dreading school cause you feel like a dead man" I complained to myself. I mean it was true, I loved school. Dragging my stiff feet I walked into my bathroom glancing at the mirror. Who truly was the face that peered back? I wonder this everyday but never truly got the answer. Who was this girl with pale skin, bluish-black hair and a medium looking figure? Who was this girl who everyday watched others from a far and wondered if she would ever find what she was looking for. What was she looking for exactly?
  I covered my face with my hands as I breathed deeply in irritation. I'll never know unless I pick up my chin and face the day. Why do I always tell myself this? Throwing on my school uniform I prepared myself for the day ahead.
  . . . .
  Running, running, running. Every day I run, run, run in till my sides scream out in pain, in till my lungs refused to take in air. I run from my pain, I run from my fear.
"Why are you running so fast Lula?" croaked her best friend. I halted to a stop turning in impatience at Amaya. Dang, she's so slow; we're going to be late for school. My black hair whipped wildly as the strong winds picked up speed, the blue ribbon almost knotting and then flying away. "Just like I wish I could sometimes" I thought wearily.
  "Holy crap Lula, I know you like to run but come on!" she whined, smiling up at me with flushed freckled cheeks. Her curly auburn hair whipped at her face, her dull eyes watering slightly. I smiled down at her, wondering how she could be so tired, we only ran a few blocks!
  "Yeah, yeah I know," I smiled, spinning around, "But you better learn how to catch up, you know I hate to be late." Laughing I took off running again, slower, but still fast enough to make Amaya groaned in complaint.
  I've always wondered how I ended up with such a friend. Memories of laughter and happiness flashed through my mind, all containing Amaya, with her face lit up by an inner glow, her freckled covered face with its slightly rosy cheeks.
  Shaking my head I sighed as the school came into my view looming above me. A smile played across my face as Amaya uttered another complaint. Laughing I ran, bursting through the doors, prepared to face the day ahead of me.
  Or so I thought.