Shattered [[part 1]]

"Her midnight blue hair feel about her frail, sweet face smeared with crystal tears. Tiny hands made bloody patterns on ivory walls surrounding this never-ending hallway. Every once in a while she'd look over her shoulder and you could see the brutal misery leaking from inside her. Running in a daze, suddenly, a man's shadow appears before her and she screams; the very foundation of her home seems to shake. Paintings and family photos, her innocence fall to the floor....
shattered"

I woke up soaked to the skin, my AC-DC tee clinging tightly to my abdomen. The alarm clock on the bed side flashed 2:30 in painfully bright neon. I rubbed my eyes and pouted in frustration. Thats the way It always ended, his shadow, then nothing else. Not a feature on his face have I seen, I can't even remember the night it happened. It was the biggest part of my life I was missing.

My name is Naiya, which is the Yucateco Mayan word meaning 'The Dreamer'. Which by the way makes total sense because I am dreaming every minute of my day. Yet somehow its more than that, in my dreams I see things, like the future and the past. Don't get me wrong, I'm no psychic. Merely an insightful dreamer as Mama would say. Generations before me, including Mama, have had this "gift"; all though at times it can be a pain. Just because you can see the problem doesn't mean the solution is clear. I crawled from between my sheets and headed toward the bathroom while I stretched, hand far above my head. After stripping of the tee and discarding it to the floor like a half-written love poem, I took a look in the mirror. One of the most startling features is my hair, jet black with blue all through. At first glance it looked abnormal, but when the sunlight hit it, absolutely gorgeous. Thick and flowing down to by breast and I loved every inch of it. Though a conversation piece, my locks are nothing compared to my eyes. Charcoal gray and so intense that they even scared me at times. They seemed to be hiding a dark secret that not even I knew. Sighing, I cranked on the hot water in my tub and let wisp of smoke smother my face, adding just enough lavender soap and bath salts to soothe my worries away.  My head rested against the slick porcelain as my body adjusted to the flaming waves of water flowing about it, washing away the odor of my impurities. Hours later I was dressed and on my way to school.