⚜ ʟ ᴏ s ᴛ ⚜ || by . a rising storm .

[Oranda]

Love the name cameron <3

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Haha, thanks. But I hope to get more comments before I put up the next chapter.

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❖ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ❖
❝ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴇʟʟ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, ᴏʀ ʀɪɢʜᴛ

It felt like my brain had been ripped out of my head, shaken up, then put back in, as I slammed my bedroom door shut, then ran across the room and flopped down onto my bed, back up. I screamed into my pillow, then raised my ehad and sat up, thrusting my stuffed cat to the wall. A clattering noise sounded in my ears, and I watched as a wooden framed picture tumbled to the floor, and I got up slowly, walking over to where it fell and picked up the picture and flipped it over. It was a picture of my dad by a lake with fog swirling around him. He was with four other men, and in the far sight of the picture, a figure shaded it distantly. I stared at it, confused.

Who were those men? And who was the person in the distance? Did my dad know that person was there? But a ruffled sheet of paper at the back of the frame caught my attention, and I slipped the paper out of the back and set down the picture, unfolding the neatly wrapped pieces of paper. On it were scribbled lines that seemed familiar...

:::
Differences will tell if you are wrong, or right.
Just don't go around asking.

I narrowed my eyes, but before I could think of something, footsteps thundered outside my door and the door snapped open. I scrambled to put the folded piece of paper back in the frame, but it wouldn't go in, so I shot to my bed and shoved it into my back pants pocket, but it was too late. There stood my half-sister, Tara, her green eyes narrowed and her arms folded across her chest idignantly. Her eyes shot to my hand shuffling into my pocket, and she flicked a piece of her golden hair onto her shoulder, raised her chin a bit more.

"What is that?" she growled, tapping her toe on the carpet. I opened my mouth to say something to cover what I was doing, but I couldn't.

"Why should you care?" I shot back, backing up until I could sit onto my bed. Tara narrowed her eyes even deeper and looked at me even more fiercer.

"Hm. Well, if you're so keen in not telling me, do tell me this," she said, pausing. "What's in with you today? You're acting so...wierd. And especially what just happened at dinner."

My mouth felt dry as I saw a weird look in her eyes, and the right corner of her lip twitching as though it wanted to turn into a smirk. My grip on the piece of paper that I held in my pocket tightened, and my stomach suddenly felt sick. What's in with her? She's the one acting weird. I yearned to spill those words out of my mouth, but I knew she would get bratty and go to Mom and Dad. After a moment, I shook my head the slightest bit, my eyes gently, and slowly, only a little bit, narrowing. A chuckle roamed from Tara's mouth, and her golden hair shook gently. Her eyes were amused. "Well well, does Echo cough medicine? Because I think her throat hurts to much to say anything!" Her eyes were blazing, but her words were coated with sugar and dripping with honey.

But that even raised my anger. Mistake, mistake. I let go of the piece of paper and leaped from my bed, shoving Tara against the wall with surprisingly amazing strength. Tara's eyes went wide as I dug my finger nails into her bare skin on her shoulders, and I pressed even harder against the wall. A whimper escaped my half-sister's mouth and she squirmed beneath my strong grip, but I didn't let go. I leaned my face closer to her's my mouth near her right ear. "Well well, maybe Tara will need a doctor soon enough, or even a hospital, because she doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut and not say anything!" I hissed, honey coating my words, but making them drip with an evil twinge to them.

I felt Tara tense, and I saw her nod her head, and I loosened my grip on her, and she hurried from my room without another word. A smirk lit my lips up, and I crossed my arms over my chest, the evil grin on my face sending my brain on a whirring roller coaster. My mind blurred, and I stumbled backwards onto my bed, landing softly, but it felt as though someone had changed my soft bed into a stone one.

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A few hours later I was sitting at my desk, my pencil working furiously across the page, and my Apple Laptop screen another bright glow in my lit room. I glanced at the clock beside me, and it glowed a bright 11:23. I yawned, raising my arms and closing my study books gently before getting up. But as soon as I pushed in my chair, a zapping sound screamed in my ears and my lights went out. My alarm clocked clicked off, and my laptop flickered dark. I stumbled to the ground, and an eerie silence gripped me. I got up and walked toward the door, but before I could turn the knob, footsteps were climbing the stairs. You know the feeling where you feel as if you move, an alarm will sound, of your body and blood turns to ice? Yeah, that's how I felt.

The footsteps were quick, then fast, then quick. I struggled toward the window, but my body wouldn't move. I felt as if I couldn't. Then the footsteps stopped, and silence came again. I let out the breath that I was holding and went to turn before the footsteps came again, sounding like they were on carpet. I had to cover my mouth and swallow the lump in my throat to hold back a wail of fear and tears. Then they stopped again. My breath quickened and I took a steady breath, but the footsteps started again and were coming down the hallway. Towards my room.

I whimpered silently, and I backed up towards the window. A creaking sound behind my door came, and I saw a shadow by the crack at the bottom of the door. I clenched my teeth together as my door knob started to turn, and a crack started to appear from my opening door. A pair of eyes, hollow and evil glinted, and I let out a petrified scream, covering my ears with my hands and whimpering. I collapsed onto the ground in pain as a voice rose above my cries; "Do not fear, Echo. Your destiny awaits you, but maybe you'll never want to follow the path it leads you. But never, never trust anyone. Because if you do, the spirits know what'll happen next." it rasped loudly, and it felt as it a monster was clenching my head tightly. I wailed and screamed, whimpering. I risked a look at my door, and the figure still stood in the opening.

"Go away! Please! GO AWAY!" I shrieked. I huddled in the corner of my room, repeating those words in the same terrified tone. I closed my eyes and hoped all would be over soon, and then another rushing sound of footsteps thundered in my ears, but I kept wailing. Something, a hand, rested on my shoulder, and I lashed out in panic, until I realized who it was.

"Echo! Echo, what's wrong, honey? Echo!" My mother gently shook me, and my cries stopped. My breathing was ragged, and blood trickled down my forehead. Blearily, I opened my eyes toward the doorway, and there stood my father and Tara. Tara's eyes were wide with fake fright, but as I looked at her, the corner of her mouth raised into a quiet smirk. I narrowed my eyes, but turned my head back to my mother.

"I-I don't-t kn-know," I whispered shakily. Then all went black.

[Oranda]

:O

[.without a doubt]

write. more. now.
please

Hah, well you got yourself another stalker c:

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Haha, thanks! And what's with the :O Claudia?
And yes, I'm just trying to think of what to add to my chapter and make it more suspenseful...

[OcarinaGreen]

I just started reading this and it's really awesome! I can't wait for the next chapter! You should turn it into a novel and get it published when it's finished.

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Haha, thanks! I added a bit more, guys!

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Bump!
Chapter two is finished, everyone!

[Simon-Says]

Amazing! I love it! You've got a new STALKER! Hehe