I've started writing

A new story. It's not that I've lost hope for Danny. God no. It's just that I got some major inspiration for a different story that's been sitting in the back of my head for a while now....

So, here's the prologue and the beginning of chapter 1

Unseen

Prologue.

Sometimes, I just don’t understand.

            Sometimes, life seems more than it actually is, but the answer is just there, in front of you.

            Sometimes, things that can be explained, but isn’t.

            I didn’t understand what was happening to me until it was nearly over.

            My mother, my father, my brother or sister. I didn’t understand what was going on with them. I thought it was them.

            It was me.

            I guess it all started with a man.

Chapter 1

My name is Bethany Rockwell, I’m fourteen years old, and I live in Swansea, s city in Wales, the United Kingdom. My life has been great. I have good friends, a loving family. We weren’t rich, but we weren’t poor either.           

            My mother, Susan, had always told me how I would go far, that I would always achieve my dreams. My father, James, always reminded me, that I was smart.

            I had one brother, Dafydd, or Dave, as we called him. And a sister, Anwen. Dave was older, he was nineteen years old, whilst Anwen, was only eight. We got along okay. We fought, but that’s how all brothers and sisters acted. Or as I was told.

            I guess everything really started with a man.

            I’d awoken from a bad dream I’d had been having. In my dream, I’m in my bed, until a sound, usually a bang on the front door, wakes me up. I hear a distant scream from my sister, but my body is paralyzed with fear. It’s all quiet in the house. I can’t hear anything. Until suddenly, my door begins to creep open. And a man, wearing nothing but black, walks in on me. He raises his gun to me. The fear creeping up my body, sending shivers down my spine. My head tells my body to run, to get away. This man is bad. But I don’t move. I can’t move.

            He stares at me, his dark eyes shinning in the moonlight in my window. I don’t catch the features on his face. And then, BANG!

            Then I wake, not knowing what happened.

            But this time, when I woke up it was different. I look out my window, and it’s light outside, but there’s a dark mist in the corner of my window.

            My hearts racing, I’m scared because of my dream. The sweat is raining off me, and my hair is matted down to my head.

            “Beth?” I hear a shout. “Are you okay? What happened?”

            My mum comes bursting in to the room; I look away from the window to her. I could swear I felt it smiling at me.

            “I’m fine.” I reply. “Just a bad dream.”

            I look back to the window. There’s nothing there.

            I breathe. I can feel my heartbeat slowing.

            “You were screaming.” My mother stated. She does like to say the obvious.

            “I’m fine now. It was just a bad dream.”

            “Okay.” She sighs, and leaves the room. It’s a Saturday. She doesn’t care what I do or not.

So, it's kinda a different writing style to what I do. But, because it's a younger character it's coming from, I want it to sound younger. Not be all sophisticated when she's actually quite young and won't want to be use words that wouldn't seem normal to her.

I'm still in the process of fleshing out the characters, so forgive me if the mother's a little off. I'm sure where I'm going with some of the characters yet....

Anyway....

Night!