Amber Rose, is a completely normal sixteen year old girl living in the United Kingdom. Correction; almost. Well, at least up untill recently.
Night had descended not too long ago, and Amber was in the kitchen talking with her mother. Who, I might add, she looked very similar to.
Amber had inherited her mother's almond coloured eyes and jet black hair. She had, fortunately, or unfortunately inherited her father's height. Leaving her at the staggering height of 6'1, much to her chagrin.
As Amber continued to talk to her mother, a voice appeared in her head. Well, if it could even be called a voice. It was much more like static than a voice, but Amber could feel. She could understand the static. Perhaps it did have a voice or perhaps it was simply Amber's subconscious making up for the lack thereof.
Whatever it was Amber didn't care at the moment, she was worried that it was simply a figment of her imagination. She had just gotten out of therapy, she didn't need to, or for that fact want to go back.
"Mother, did you hear that?" Amber held a hand towards her head and begun to massage her forehead.
Amber's mother, Alice, looked at Amber strangely as she was sure that there was no noise, "No, I didn't. Are you feeling alright, dear?" She reached out her hand to Amber's shoulder and begun comforting her.
"Um..Yeah, I think.I think I'll go ahead and sleep" Amber let out a wry smile, nodded her head and begun to leave in silence.
However, as she appeared silent on the outside, the inside was quite the opposite. She was afraid that her mother would send her back to therapy.
'Much good that did her' She thought as she let out a small self-deprecating chuckle.
She didn't want to believe she heard something, but she knew she had. 'However, the question is, if I had heard it why hadn't mother heard it?' She wondered as she let out a soft hum, 'However, if Mother hadn't heard it, then that could only mean that I'm hallucinating, which is not good.'
She sighed in defeat as she decided that she was much too tired for this.
'I'll leave it until morning' Amber thought as she yawned and drifted asleep.
Amber had a very much restless sleep. The voice that she may or may not had heard plagues her mind as she tried to sleep. She eventually did get to sleep, however, a pleasant dream didn't greet her. A nightmare did.
This nightmare, as if mocking Amber, originally had the appearance of a dream. She was in the middle of her acceptance speeches, when the surroundings descended into darkness. Utter darkness. She could only make out five feet around her, but even then, it wasn't clear. She began running, it was almost instinctual. Running from what? That she did not know, but what she did know was that if whatever she was running from caught her she'd be in danger.
Amber wasn't the only one running though, there were others. Unfamiliar faces filled her vision. However, every single one of them fell to the thing chasing them.
She was the last one left.
With each life the presence within the darkness took, the more powerful it became, untill it only took a few seconds to reach the next target - her.
She looked deep within the presence's eyes. If it could even be called that. Two small orbs of green fire, flickering ever so slightly. It seemed that the smallest breeze could extinguish it. She tried to ascertain the reason as to why it took those lives, why those people and more importantly, why her.
It was to no avail, however, the presence let no emotion show through the green flame.
As if it knew what Amber was seeking, the presence within the darkness let out what seemed to be a chuckle. A small, dark chuckle. As Amber heard the chuckle, goosebumps ran up her body and her blood seemed to freeze over if she was listening to the greatest evil. If it was, she wouldn't be surprised, considering what it did to those innocent people.
The monster, for that was she believed it to be, began to inch closer to her.
'It's over' she thought as she began to give up all hope of escaping.
However, this thought was quickly replaced by a different one. One filled with static: ' Leave' It commanded. Although it was a thought, that she should only be able to hear, the monster seemed to whimper and began to quickly leave.
For what reason? Amber had no idea, but she did know that whatever that static voice was, it had saved her life. This however, begs to question, what is it? She certainly knew it wasn't hers as this static voice had an air of masculinity to it, much like that of a mans voice, something she certainly didn't have.
She soon drifted off into darkness, a now dreamless sleep, or in this case, a nightmare less sleep, something she was appreciative of once she woke up.
Her thoughts were now once again plagued by that static voice. She didn't know how, but she knew that if that monster had caught her, she would have died, something she wasn't looking forward to.
She wasn't quite yet willing to accept that the nightmare she had was real, but she did accept the fact that the static voice, whatever it was, was real.
She put these thoughts aside for now and began to enter the living room, as she did, she could hear that the news was on.
"Earlier this morning, hundreds of people were discovered to have passed within the night. The causes unknown." The male presenter said.
"Were there any links between the deceased?" This time, a female presenter spoke.
To her dismay, her male partner said "There doesn't seem to be any links between all of them. The youngest deceased being a 5 year old boy and the oldest being a 97 year old woman. Now, we will hold a 5 minute memorial for the deceased." As he finished, the TV began playing a sad song, as face after face. They would have been all unfamiliar to her if she hadn't experienced that nightmare last night.
Her thoughts became chaotic as she came to the realisation that those people, those innocent people within the dreamscape, were slaughtered.
She began to break down. She watched people die and she did nothing. The more she thought about it, the harder she cried.
Her mother soon came running, and told her to let it all out as she began comforting Amber. Once Amber finished, her Mother asked her what was wrong.
"That" Amber whispered as she pointed her shaking finger towards the TV.
"It's okay. It wasn't your fault."
Amber didn't reply, she couldn't. She knew that if she tried to explain what happened, she'd be shipped off to the mental asylum.
A sharp, rhythmic knocking interrupted the silence between mother and daughter.
Amber and Alice got up and answered the door.
Before them stood a youth. He appeared to be 16 or 17. He had short light brown hair, and piercing emerald green eyes.
He held out his hand, donned a dashing smile and said "Ms Rose, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Ian Cross and I'm here on behalf of LJ University."