Pricilla Druid: A girl with a secret.

~ CHAPTER ONE - An extract from my own original story.~

I guess I could start this story with once upon a time. But to be honest, it wasn’t that long ago...and that little story starter cliché is usually only seen at the beginning of fairytales where there’s a handsome prince who falls in love with someone like Cinderella.

This is no fairytale though.

This is my life.

And I’m writing this to hopefully make a difference somewhere in the world, although I doubt I will. It is just my life story after all...and since nothing exiting has ever happened to me you’re in for a long dull ride.

Unless I decide to fabricate my story a little, which I wouldn’t do...Hm, but then again...I reckon it would be extremely believable if I wrote about my vampire boyfriend...

That’s right. His name is Billy Anderson.

Okay, he’s not really a vampire, his just my imaginary friend.

Okay, not even imaginary. But I’d like to believe he’s real.

Well, on with my story.

My name is Pricilla Druid and I did something terrible.

You’re probably wondering what could have been so bad. I am just a sixteen year old girl and there is no way I could do anything that bad.

And if you think that, you’re wrong.

What I did haunts me. I see it every single time I close my eyes and it’s driving me insane.

So I have a question for you...

Have you ever had a secret so dark you wouldn’t even tell your best friend?

Have you ever done something so sinister and malice that even you can’t stand to look at yourself when you’re faced with your reflection.

If you answered yes, then you’re not alone...and if you answered no, well then congratulations. I wish I was you. I wish I didn’t have to lug around all my fear and anxiety that someone knew...

And I had grown paranoid.

Every time I looked at someone and saw them looking at me I convinced myself that they knew what I had done, and they were going to get me.

I spent days on end locked away in my room, refusing to come out unless I needed to use the bathroom or get food.

“Are you depressed?” My mother had asked me for the millionth time while she stared at me, concern clouding her tone and her face which seemed paler then usually.

“Nope,” I had said, shaking my head, “I-I just don’t feel well, that’s all.”

But the memory of that night still haunted me, everyday and every night. Plus I was scared he would come back for me.

I always had that eerie feeling that someone was watching me, or something more precisely because he wasn’t human. He was a monster. He was heartless, cruel and a soulless beast.

He had agreed to leave me alone if I did what he asked me too, and I was so afraid that he would kill me that I did. I let him talk me into it.

It was the only way he would let me go.

But I wished I hadn’t given in.

I wished I would have told him to go to hell where he belonged even if he would have killed me. It would have been worth it.  I wouldn’t be filled with so much regret now. Regret and guilt for what I did.

It plagued me. It plagued my dreams and most of all it had started to plague my whole entire life.

As I said, I’m Pricilla Druid and I did something terrible.