Bloody Lovely chapter 1: Dream

Where am I? I don’t remember how I got here, and what’s that smell? So familiar… I think its… Oh! It’s blood… Blood that’s all I remember. The pretty color of blood. The mouth watering smell of it.1

“Hey Katharina, you know you’ll catch a cold if you stay out in the rain t too long.” said a lovely voice. But who? Behind me… wow what a pretty boy! His night black hair and his light blue eyes are so beautiful together. 2

“Rain? Is that what this is?” I put my hands out in front of me and caught some water that was falling from the sky. “I thought it was blood… oh, but I still like it even if its not blood.” I looked back up at the boy and he was smiling at me. I had to smile back.3

“Come with me Katharina,before you get sick.” he reached his hand out to me and I took it. His hands were so warm.4

“What’s your name?” I asked as he led me to a place with a lot of houses. He and I stopped in front of a really big house. The lights were on inside.5

“I don’t have one. Now Listen to me, the man inside will be your new father from now on okay?” Then he turned and rang something really loud and it hurt my ears. Right then a man came out of big the doors. He was smiling but then he saw me and his smile was gone.6

“Please, come in.” he said then he gestured to the house. I didn’t want to go but then the pretty boy took my hand and led me in.7

“Katharina, this is Mr. Clovis Campbell. Clovis this is--”8

“I know… little one, would you like something to eat?” he bent down to me and smiled again. “My, my. I’ll go prepare some food. You should get her out of those wet cloths and clean her up a bit. I’ll bring some fresh cloths up to you.”9

“No. I better get going. I can’t stay here for long. I still have to lead them away… Thank you Clovis for taking her in like this…” 10

“I see… what a shame I was hopping you would stay longer this time.” Mr. Clovis stood up and shook hands with him. No, he wont leave me here… will he?11

“We’re going to leaving?” I asked him. 12

“No, I’m going to. Your goanna stay here.” I couldn’t help it. I cried.13

“No! Please don’t go! Don’t leave me…” my tears made my vision blurry and he became a big blob. I felt his hands on my cheek and he whipped away my tears till I could see him again.14

“Don’t worry. I’ll come back to you. I promise…” then he hugged me really tightly “I’ll always protect you. I will never be far from you. Farewell Katherine” I suddenly couldn’t feel him anymore… he was gone. I felt so lost. But then his last words came to me again and again. I’ll always protect you…I’ll never be far from you…
Funny how I never even knew his name, but his word always gave me hope. His word always gave me a reason to be happy…15

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‘BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!’ 17

“Ahh!! Oh no!” I checked the clock: 7:30 “Oh my god! I’m goanna be late for school!!” I threw on a par of skinny jeans and a black and neon skull tee. I ran out of my red colored room and went to my bathroom (the only other room on the third floor besides my room). I was suddenly multitasking, combing my hair with one hand, brushing my teeth with the other and some how managing to do my make-up.18

“Oh, Kat! I made you some breakfast. Hurry and come down here. I made your favorite!” my dad called from the second floor where the kitchen was.19

I took a last look in the mirror. My Long black hair, my white teeth, and my freaky dark red eye color all stood out on my pale colored skin.20

“Kat, hurry or your eggs and toast will get cold!!” dad cried21

“Down in a minuet!” I called back. I went back to my room and grabbed my back pack and ran down starts to my young looking dad. 22

Even for a dad he looked handsome. Especially with his jet black hair and his wrinkle free skin. My dad was also known as ‘the single mom magnet at parent teacher night’. Well I guess I should be proud to have a handsome father. 23

“Kat come eat I worked really hard. Its not half bad if I do say so myself.” he said patting his flower covered apron. I took one glance at the food and already know what to expect: burnt eggs and bread. Well at least the orange juice made it into the cup.24

“Uh, no thanks dad I’m already late for school. I’ll see you later.” I turned and walked to the door.25

“Katharina,” he said and that got me before I even took two steps. “Katharina, you do realize what today is. Don’t you?”
I turned and met his gaze. “Of course I do. Today is the day you welcomed me into your home. The day you and I met ten years ago. Today is the day you became my father.”, and also the day that I met that boy. That pretty boy…26

“I’m glad you remember, but you’re also forgetting one thing. Today was the day that you ended my loneliness. Never for get that. Today was the day you saved me Katharina.” His green eyes became very gentle.27

He had gotten it backwards. He saved me. After the boy left me, he was the one who helped me get back on my feet. My emotions came out and I ran into my fathers arms. “Oh father, thank you! You’re the greatest father in the world.” I said as tears ran down my cheek.28

“Now, now you know what they say. Pretty girls don’t wine and beautiful girls don’t cry. So don’t cry. Now let me look at you.” he pushed me back slightly as I wiped my eyes “Ten years have passed now your 16 and look at you! You’re a young beautiful woman. I’m very proud of you.” 29

“Thank you.”30

“Now you better get going or you’ll be late for school.”31

“Yes father. See you later!” I ran to the door and swung it open and ran down the small flight of stares that led to the garage. I approached my slick red motorcycle and pulled my leather jacket off of the hook on the wall. I zipped it up and opened the garage and pulled my bike out. 32

Before I started my bike I looked back up to the second floor and saw my dad at the window mouthing the words ‘be safe’ to me. I smiled at him and put on my helmet.33

I started my motorcycle and jumped on. I let my mind wonder on about the dream as I raced down the street (there weren’t much cars in this area so I could go faster then normal). I turned the corner and got on the free way. 34

I thought about all the times my father was there for me and how he had always helped me when I needed him. I was truly grateful to have a father like him. Then again… when ever I asked him about my pass… he turns cold and doesn’t talk to me at all. I scare’s me some times when he dose that. It really makes me wonder was I a bad person? Did I do something wrong back then? And the question that I really want answered: why did my birth parents abandoned me? 35

The reason I know that they had to abandoned me and not die was because the news papers from that entire weak only put down one man’s death: Gorge Higgins. When I read his name I looked him up on the internet. There were two reasons why he couldn’t have been my father. One: he was 16 years old so that would of meant that he had to have me at 10 years old, and two: his profile said that he had no children. That wasn’t really much of a surprise to me though.36

I must have done something truly awful…