Fallen Angel(info & chapter 1)

I shot up in bed, eyes wide, sweat dripping down my forehead, and tears streaming down my cheeks. ‘It was just a dream’, I thought. I couldn’t believe I was still having the nightmares. It had been eleven years since the death of my parents and I could still picture those horrible images in my head as clear as day. The clock read 3 o’ clock. I slowly crawled out of bed and made my way down to the kitchen. I pulled a thing of hot chocolate mix out of the cabinet and began to make myself a cup. All the while I was doing this; images from my nightmare kept popping into my head. Each one was more real than the previous one. After drinking my hot chocolate I headed back to my room. I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, trying my hardest to keep my eyes open. I tried with all my might not to slip back into the deep realm of sleep. But as usual, I failed.