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It's the Fear	By : Zaikia Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 2776 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians, or its characters. I do not make any money off of my writing.

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Chapter 1
A scream tore through my throat as I bolted up in bed, beads of cold sweat rolling down my face and my hazel eyes wide with fear. I breathed heavily and grimaced when light poured into my dark bedroom as my door was opened.
“Shell, are you alright?!” my adoptive mother exclaimed with worry in her face as she came to my side and sat on the edge of my head, touching my face. “Oh my….you’re so warm…” her warm brown eyes glanced at me. “Was it the same dream again…?”
I gave a single, slow nod. “The same….but this time I could actually feel the fire….”
She sighed softly and got a cloth from the bathroom, getting it wet with cold water and then wiped my face. “These dreams are starting to affect your physical state sweetie….it’s a good thing your therapy session is in the morning.”
“Yeah….” I nodded and sighed. “I think I’m alright now….”
She smiled and stroked my face. “Alright sweetie,” she leaned forwards and kissed my forehead. “Your dad and I will be right down the hallway. Get some rest.”
She left the room, shutting the door behind her. I lay back down on my comfy bed and closed my hazel eyes, immediately falling asleep.
I woke up around 6:30 with a dull ache in my back and I realized I slept on it wrong. I groaned and twisted my back, cracking it a few times. I walked into the bathroom and observed my reflection. My dyed red hair was long and covered most of my face, leaving my left eye bare. There were dark bags underneath my eyes from the lack of sleep and the two piercings in each ear glinted in the light of the room.
I murmured softly to myself and took a quick shower, getting dressed in a pair of red skinny jeans, a black t-shirt and a hoodie, along with shoes and my coat. It was freezing outside…now after Christmas and the year of 2013.
I’m 19 and still in my junior year….yes, my junior year. You’ll find out later. I made sure I had everything for school and then walked downstairs to have a quick breakfast before therapy.
“Hey sweetie, how’d you sleep?” Lisa asks.
“Like shit.” I replied tiredly. “Freaking dream kept me up most of the night….”
She pursed her lips. “Well, let’s see what Miss Wilson has to say and then we’ll figure out what to do next, okay?”
I nodded and Lisa (my adoptive mother) drove me to the therapist’s office. She wasn’t allowed inside and she patiently waited for me in the waiting room while I went inside Miss Wilson’s office.
“Good morning Shell.” She greeted me as I walked in and shrugged off my backpack and coat, placing them on the couch next to me. “How are you?”
“Tired…” I replied truthfully. “I had the dream again last night……..but…there was something different about it.”
Wilson grabbed her notepad and a pen and nodded for me to continue. I sighed and began speaking. “It was the same dream…..of the house fire. But….I kept seeing a man…”
“A man?” she asked me and I nodded. “What did he look like?”
“I couldn’t get a good look at him, but I know he wore all black and his skin seemed to be a grayish color…his hair was black also. He said nothing to me……just merely smiled.” I explained.
“Hmmmm.” Wilson tapped her pen against the pad of paper. “The man doesn’t seem familiar to me. And I’ve had cases where women have had sex with guys in their dreams.”
I flushed a little from that. “I’m not sexually frustrated if that’s what yer implying…”
“I’m not Shell.” She smiled softly and we continued on with the session. I didn’t tell her anymore of the man in my dreams and decided to avoid that topic. She gave me the day and time for our next session and patted me on the shoulder as I left.
“Hey sweetie, how’d it go?” Lisa asked me when I came out of the therapist’s office.
I shrugged. “The same as last week. Talked about my dreams and how school was going, nothing different.”
She squeezed my shoulder gently and then drove me to school, telling me to have a good day and then drove off when I got out of the car. I sighed softly and decided to head into the hell hole, ignoring the stares I got from a group of seniors, my worst enemies.
Rachel was the leader, along with her boyfriend Tom. Rachel was snotty, bitchy and the prom queen every single year. She was tall, with long tanned legs and big breasts, with long curly brown hair. She was everything that the typical Goth kid would hate about a prep. Wore the sluttiest clothes and always picked on the kids who weren’t popular, especially me.
I tried to avoid Rachel’s gaze, but she saw me and smiled that fake smile of hers. Ya gotta be shitting me…..I thought as she walked over.
“Hello there freak. How are you and your family?” she asked, but then sneered. “Oh I forgot. You don’t have a family.”
That hit a nerve, but I didn’t change my facial expression. Just merely stared at her. “Why don’t you go pick on someone else for a change Rachel?” I scowled at her.
“Nah, I like picking on you.” She laughed, along with her friends and I just glared at her. “Oh don’t give me that look freak. It’s your fault you nearly beat that kid to death.”
I flinched. I don’t know how the hell she and her friends knew about it, but somehow they found out and now they torture me every day for it. The only reason I lived with a couple that adopted me was because my real family was dead. They died in a house fire when I was 12 and I lost everything except my backpack that was full of my writings and drawings.
I was always tormented in school and when one kid went too far when I was 17, I nearly killed her by beating her. I was sent to juvenile for two years. Harsh yes, but I kept getting in trouble there.
“Haven’t you done enough….?” I whispered to her.
Rachel suddenly grabbed my chin roughly and dug her sharp nails into my skin. I winced slightly, but didn’t show signs of backing down. She chuckled and lightly dragged the nails on her free hand down the left side of my face. “You think you can stand up to me huh? I’m the most popular girl in this school and you are the freakiest girl I have ever met. I bet not even the ugliest guy in school would fuck you. I bet you cut yourself because nobody loves you. No friends, no boyfriend or girlfriend, you have no one.”
I felt tears well up in my eyes, but then something snapped deep within me. I felt anger and that anger boiled up more and more until I curled my lips back into a snarl. “Go fuck yourself.”
Then I grabbed her wrist and snapped it backwards.
Rachel screamed out in pain, cradling her sprained/broken wrist against her chest. A couple teachers rushed over and one grabbed me before I could run off and hauled me to the principle’s office.
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“I am so sorry Mr. Winters. Shell…….she hasn’t been doing so well lately…and it doesn’t help that she is bulled.”
“I understand Lisa. Rachel will be sending an apology note to Shell this week and Shell will have to send one also for spraining her wrist.”
Like hell I will. I mentally growled as I sat outside the principle’s office. It was Rachel’s fault. She provoked me. The family even said it was my fault and that I provoked Rachel. I was just walking! Is that illegal now also? I have to pay 2000 bucks out of my money. No fucking way. I worked my ass off for all that money.
No, I don’t have a job. But I’m a part time author and I write mostly horror/supernatural. My writing was a big success for me. I heard Lisa thank the principle again and then she came out and saw me. “Come on sweetie, you’re excused for the day.”
When we got home, I didn’t come out of my room until dinner time. And even through that, I was quiet. I stayed in my room the rest of the night and wrote up my stories, listening to songs all night long.
Rachel’s scream of pain kept coming to my head. As sickening as it sounds, it sounded like music to my ears.
Within Temptation’s It’s the Fear began playing on my speakers and I quietly sung to it.
“Because my fate is horror and doom….”
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