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Intro

I had had the same dream almost as long as I could remember. I was dancing in a flamboyant ball gown in a big hall of some kind. Everybody around me was wearing either small dresses or tuxedos, it was only me who was in a big ball gown, but I didn’t feel uncomfortable. I would dance around for myself, pretending I had a partner even though there clearly was nobody. That didn’t bother me either.

At some point a clock would start chiming. I never knew what time it was – it was like I could hear the chiming but somehow I couldn’t count the number of chimes. There could have been one and there could have been twelve, I would never know, but would continue my dancing for a few seconds, before the panic started spreading.

It always started somewhere near the doors. People would suddenly start screaming for no apparent reason, and even though all their faces were blurred to me I knew that the girls had started crying.

That was when the lights stopped working, and everybody around me started screaming.

I would stop up, confused, and look around me, trying to see what had caused the uproar. I would try to get over towards the doors, even though the panic had spread from there, but after walking a few steps my foot would bump into something soft. I would sit down; try to find out what it was, only to feel a face in my hands, tears staining my fingertips together with something warmer, thicker. I wouldn’t feel for a pulse. Somehow I always knew that there would be none, and even though I would start breathing heavy, trying to stifle a scream, I would get up and move on. Because I feared nothing. I was going to be okay. I would get out and get some help to these blurred people.

The screaming would start to ring in my ears, and even though I should have been able to see at least something, everything was just as dark as when the lights had been turned off. I never really wondered why I was not attacked by… whatever attacked the others. For some reason I was safe – I had something they didn’t, and I would get out. I just knew.

And that was when something would grasp my hand – not forcefully, not hard but still, somebody was there.

“Please.” It was a boy on his way to manhood’s voice. He sounded sad. I would turn around, my sight finally back and…

I would wake up. Every single time. Or, not every single time. Sometimes I dance the whole night away. Sometimes I would search the dark for the doors the whole night. Sometimes I would stay with the person, trying to grasp what had happened, but most nights I would stand face to face with one of those creatures who had attacked everybody. I knew he was one of them, even though I did not know how I knew. But it always ended before I could take a real look at him. I always saw his frame, but not any more. It was like the universe had decided that I was to live in wonder of whom he were for the rest of my life.

Chapter 1.

“Please, no way,” I said, looking seriously at my mom. She fidgeted with her cell phone, looking nervously from me to it and back again. She tried pleading with her eyes, but now even those blue puppy eyes would make me change my mind.

“Seriously, no way, you can’t expect me to just move to another country. I don’t want this,” I told her firmly.

“Please Angel, you have to. I don’t want to force you, but I can if I want to. But please, just try to see it from my point of view. It’s such a big opportunity. Not everybody gets a chance like this, and I will accept the offer. But I want you to go with me because you want to,” she said, her voice constantly changing from bossy mom who decided what was best for me, to vulnerable mom who just wanted her little daughter to understand.

“But mom, all my friends are here. My whole life is here. I don’t wanna leave it all behind. Of cause it’s a big opportunity, but I’m a person too mom, I have got a life too, and I have got something to say too. And I don’t want this,” I told her, trying to avoid looking at her eyes.

“Angel, I’m sorry, but I am going to accept it, no matter what, and you are coming with me. You can try to look at it as an opportunity to meet new people, or you can decide to be difficult and sulk and get no new friends. But you will come with me,” she said, and I knew it was her final word. Even though she probably would try to talk me into seeing it all from the positive side again in a matter of hours. And I knew I had lost my life in Great Britain. That’s the thing about having a moviestar mom. Either she’s just not home, or she makes you move to L.A. just because she’s being offered a big role in a big movie.

Okay, it was selfish of me. I should be happy for her instead, but I didn’t wanna move away.