Sharm's story book~

I've been writing some stories on fiction press recently and I've decided to write a new story called Lost. 

Here's chapter 1!

Enjoy! (:

Lost

Chapter 1

~Night torture

I was panting heavily. Beads of cold, cruel sweat slithered slowly down my shivering face. My eyes were shut tightly and my blonde hair was scarily disheveled. I was wetting and destroying my smooth silk pillow with my icy, sweat drenched face as I tossed and turned while grabbing the sides of the new, fresh smelling bed.

It woke me – the nightmare that never ended. It was the same nightmare that I had every night since my brother Jeremy disappeared. Every night I had ten minutes of torture. Every night I saw my brother's hands being tied up by a thick and coarse rope and his skin peeling into bits, revealing layer after layer of it. Every night I felt pain.

I breathed uncontrollable heavy breaths and glanced around the room. The bed that stood silently behind the room divider was empty and neat, not used and free of its owner. Like me, it longed for attention again. I stared at my brother's bed quite a bit and pondered about what happened.

I got down from my crumpled grey bed and pulled the pink velvet curtains open slowly. A soft, dim light ray from the grey dusty street lamp that hovered just above my house crept through the frosted windows and entered my ill-lighted room. I looked out at the lifeless, empty street in search of a sign, a shadow, but to no avail. I frowned, feeling helpless, confused and still a little shaky. The towering tree in the backyard seemed to pity me as well. I was going mad. Even the trees I looked at had expressions.

Will Jeremy ever come home?

Nobody at home really knew what happened to my brother. How did he disappear? Why was there no sign of him at all?

I was just a puzzled, lost soul who loved her brother tons but could only just sit in a corner doing nothing. But Dad knew. He was up eating leftovers when Jeremy disappeared but always acted like another me. I needed to know whether Jeremy was safe. What if the nightmares I kept having were signs, or reminders? I needed to get the answer, and something told me I needed it fast.