Chapter One: Unchangeing dreams

I woke up last night with the sun shining through the soft white curtain in my room right beside my bed. I woke that way the night before, and the night before, and the night before that one. This night thought, it was still dark. I step out of bed. I stand and walk over towards the door, and I turn slightly to the wooden hook on my white wall that holds my black Lacey bathrobe, I take it, an then put it on, then reach for the silver door knob witch leads from my room then to the right there are stairs Wich I softly walk down. I only walk quietly so I don't wake my mother and little brother. My brother just turned 2 and my mother was left alone to watch me and my sibling as my father is off fighting in war. I turn yet again to my right, and open the front door that leads to the outside. I walk out the door and sit on the wooden bench swing, we have on our front porch. As I swing I think of all of the people who died in war, and all who will. I think of all of the sick people, and then of my father. My father, who so bravely went to war, even if it meant his death. He told me not to fear death, For death is a part of life, some die young, and some die old, but exactly when the time Is right. He said, "If God wants me back, then I will be back, and be with you your brother and your mother. We can live our lives, but if I don't return. I need you to know that I love and your mother and brother more than anything. "Then he simply walked throught the door and went on the plane. My mother cried and so did my brother. But I didn't, because guess what. My father told me to be strong. He told my to stay brave, for them, for him, for love. So that's what I did, what I'm doing. I'm staying brave, for my family. Because for love, I'll do almost anything. Even if it herts. Because that's what love is. Yes, love can hert but it always is worth it, no matter what. I love my family, But there are two kinds of love, and both of Wich I know. I am in love with a man named Xavier. He went to war when my father did. I love them both deeply. But the difference between loving somebody, and being I'm love, is that being in love is sexually and romantic, and loving someone, is sweet and innocent. Both unavoidable. You cannot choose who you fall in love with or who you love. And that is the similarity between the two. For the two types of love, are both very different. I've always hoped that one day I'll fall in love, and that man of whom I choose, would love me back, just as much, or more than I ever do, and will. But you cannot force love onto someone, for loving someone is always free will. You can pretend to love someone, but that's not the same thing, you can think that you love someone, but that's what the same thing either. I smile at myself, and shiver as the wind blows. The sun starts to come up, so I decide to head back up the stairs. I then get up, and Open the door, go up the stairs, and into bed.

Finally, after a long night of tossing and turning, I wake gasping. I dreamt a dream of Wich I have dreamt many nights before, and ever since. In my dream, I run throught town away from someone, and it always ends with me running into a man. I never see his face, not before tonight Wich is why I awoke gasping. His face is SO beautiful. His hair, black and silky, his eyes black, deep deeper than tunels. His eyes make you see death. War. It makes you see fear. I am going to that same town today as I go every week to buy food. I glance at the mirror, I am tall and slender, busty, and have long wavy golden brown hair. My eyes are green a shade of the trees, bright and beautiful. My mother always says I look like a supermodel. I toss on my green plad trench coat on that mother says brings out my eyes. My hair has two front strands of hair that meet in a ponytail in the back. My golden brown hair is next to me on both sides. My mind can only think of the dream, the dream unchangeing before tonight. The man's face so beautiful, so terrible. I head out the door and toards town. I look back at my small red house, old and falling apart. Next to it is a big tree, The leaves shape into a heart, and the big trunk twists up. The outside has a red chipping fence to hold the animals. Our 3 chickens, 1 horse, and 1 cow. The horse is brown and big. It is also old and ragged. Once a month, mother tells me to go into town on horse, and sell the eggs and milk. I normally return with a small some, but enough. The small town people don't have much money. Most of everyone has animals, so don't need eggs, or milk. I continue down the road, past the Willow trees, over the old stone bridge, over a hill, and past some farms. Finally I arrive. The stands run all along the street, houses in the background. Today I'm not going to let some stupid dream ruin my day. Today is a good day. I walk up to a few stands and for 1 dollars buy 2 loafs of bread, and as I continue walking I see a stand that has small trinkets, three other people were busy looking at them. I walk over and start to look. All very expensive. Suddenly I see a beautiful necklace a necklace very familiar to me, that looks exactly like a necklace I used to have, the one my father gave to me right before he left. But thievery happens so much in this world, as it was riped off my neck. I stand sure that the theif that stole it sold it to this man. I need it, I need to as a reminder of him. I need it because I'm selfish and I can't let go of the past. And because I need I do the stupidest thing I could do. The necklace is almost a years worth what I get selling food at the market. The necklace is on a silver chain, and it has a gold empty circle with a X on it. A old fat man running the stand, who looked to be in his 50s, was busy with a customer. I make a splice second disision and put it in my pocket, unfortunately a lady saw me and points saying,"Thief!! Thief!! Theif!!". Terrified, I run. Thinking of all possible outcomes, I get arrested (Who would make the money?), I pay a fine(With what money?), or (on rare circumstance) I don't get caught. So I ran as the old man and two other people chase me gaining on me finally the old man slows but the two other men didn't. I look back. Finally loosing them, I run faster. And BAM!! Suddenly it hit me. My eyes go wide, my face terrified. My dream. This is my dream. It came true. I slowly look up and.... There he is. The most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on. "Well it appears to me that you are in a hurry. Where to?" He asks, his voice deep and rich. "Hide me." I say as the two men come in sight. Suddenly a booming voice coming from the top of one of the stands. One of the men says, "A woman about 5"6 and blond stole a necklace! If you bring her back to me you will be rewarded!" And he continues moving forward with a few other people. I close my eyes still processing. I have one, stolen a necklace. Two, I got cought. Three, my dream came true and well, I never knew someone so beautiful existed.