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The nightmares were awful. They tore at her as the shadows jumped and sifted around her, golden eyes glaring down at her harshly. She flinched as hands grabbed her and pulled her back, away from the shadows. She let out a frightened scream as the whole world started falling away...
The first thing she was aware of when she opened her eyes was the person standing next to her. She lifted her head and turned to look at him. He was around seventeen, with silky golden hair, wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a swearword written on it. He was asleep in the chair next to her bed, his mouth slightly open. He looked peaceful, she thought with an amused smile. Then she turned to look at the rest of the room.
The room was fairly standard, painted white, and the bed was white, too. Black drawers and a black lamp were beside the bed. A picture of a green meadow was the only colour in the whole room. She shivered and pulled the covers around her. Where was she? She shook her head, noticing she was dressed in a pair of black pants and a t-shirt that was a few sizes bigger than her.
“You’re awake” came the voice, quietly. She glanced at the boy, taking in his delicate, yet not pretty, exactly, features. His eyes were a violet colour. She tilted her head to the side and watched him carefully. He smiled at her, gently reaching out his hand to touch hers, resting on the sheet. She wrapped her fingers around his, feeling a strange closeness to him. “We thought you weren’t going to wake up at all” he said finally. She blinked. “W-Why wouldn’t I wake up? Where am I?” He stood up, lifting her hand with his. “You were hurt. Welcome to the Sanctuary” he said as she slid out of the bed to stand next to him. He led her over to the wardrobe. “Get dressed” he said gently. “There’s a dress about your size. I’ll wait outside” As he opened the door, running a finger through his messy hair, he turned. “By the way, I’m André” And he was gone.
She stared after him for a moment, and almost called him back. But she stopped. That wasn’t right. She opened the wardrobe and looked at the dress in surprise. “Fancy” she murmured, running her hands over it. She slid off the shirt and pants and slipped the dress on, looking in the mirror. She had long, dark brown hair and stormy blue eyes. She was pale, and dark rings circled her eyes, but the dress...The dress suited her perfectly, setting off her petite looks, swirling around her ankles. It was plain black, with lace on the edges. The sleeves came to a gothic point on her middle finger.







(If you have an idea for a name, feel free to post. I'll update as I go along)

Thanks! It has a goth feeling to it but it doesn't have a name! Any ideas?

^^ heheh okay.

She twirled slightly, a smile spreading across her face. Somehow this felt...like her, somehow. She brushed back her thick curly hair and set off into the hall.