Chapter 1...Them.
They would come in the night. I knew they would come for me when I turned 13. There was something strange about me...all of the other children and people in our community of springs hollow couldn’t know what was going to happen days before it did. The others didn’t see the colors I did, but instead they asked me what I meant when I said the word “colors”. So, knowing the future, I packed a bag of my most precious belongings and a picture of my family. I kissed my loving mother, father, and baby sister, Ariel goodnight that night and went to bed as usual. My family loved me even though I could see the colors. I didn’t tell them that they would most likely never see me again. My loving father and mother would try to defend me from them. But I couldn’t let them. They would die because they wouldn’t be strong enough to defend me. I would be taken that night, and I couldn’t do anything about it.
I laid my head down on my pillow that night and slipped on the small, drawstring pack over my soft, warm t-shirt and jeans. Soon, when all in the house was quiet, I heard the sound of a door opening and quiet, pattering footsteps followed by loud, booming footsteps in the hallway. Soon enough I saw the door to my bedroom slowly creak open and a dainty little foot poke through followed by the figure of a delicate, young ballerina. After her a large, hulking figure of a man stepped into my room, the floorboards creaking under his feet. I took a deep shaky breath, and the ballerina lightly tapped me on the shoulder, and whispered, “Belle, awake! Your people await your arrival and wish for you to join them!” As a tear rolled down my cheek, I incoherently whispered, “Goodbye.” and then slowly rose out of my bed to join the two figures.
