She is the one by Asheslove (that summer book .TXT) 📗

Chapter 1

ELENA BLACKWOOD 
 

Red everywhere.

 The far my eyes can see they are only witnessing red. I slowly walked toward it and when I reached there my eyes widen,

 'BLOOD'. 

Everything is red covered in blood. My breathing became heavy and  body started shaking tremendously when suddenly my eyes fall on a figure standing there in dark. With my trembling feet I walk closer to that and saw a girl standing there, completely drenched in blood. 
 

Suddenly I woke up. My whole face dripping wet with sweat. 

Nightmares again. 

What had happened with me 6 years ago was more horrible than a nightmare, forgetting that was not easy for me but things change. 

That part from my past is still terrifiying and I suffer from PTSD but now it's under control. I already have wasted nearly two and half years of my life to forget that. There are some wounds that can never be healed completely and left behind there scars but it's ok for me until nothing triggers me. 

These nightmares keep haunting me in my nights to scare me but I learned how to face these or to escape I should add.

Everytime after having nightmare I lost my sleep and now I know I'll not be able to sleep again. I searched my phone nearby me to saw time and it's 4 in morning. I got off bed, switch on the lights, wash my face, took some papers and pencils with my laptop and decided to work.

When I again look towards the clock for time it was 6:30, so I decided to get ready for the workshop. I took a quick shower, wash my scalp and dry my hairs. My hairs are long, dark brown up to my hips so it took long time to take care of them compared to my whole body, instead of leaving them open to bother me whole day or making braid I tie them in loose bun. I put ripped mom Jean's and match it with a long white full sleeve tshirt. 

I barely use makeup because mom used to say that I m natural and rare beauty, mix up of both Italian and American and even looks beautiful without any makeup. 

My mom is Italian and dad American. They both fall in love when mom came in America for her studies. Mom is only daughter of her parents but her father didn't like an American boy. Dad and mom tried everthing to convince him but he was adamant on not accepting dad. My granny, mom's mother she knows how much both my parents love each other but even she was also not be able to convince her husband but she was with my mother, she don't wanted my mother to live a broken life without her love so she advised my mom to run with my father, live happily with the love of her life and took promise from her to never return back so my parents married here, settle their lives and never look back. 

Mom misses her home very much, she don't show but she do. We all told her many times it's been years now maybe things will change but she used to say if I will go back then it will become more harder for her than its now and we took a back.

Sometimes I used to ask mom that wasn't it hard for her to do all what she did leaving everything behind only for dad but then she says 

'when once you fall in love it gave you courage to face every hard circumstances'

and I chuckle heartedly on her words. Well I don't believe in love but I love the love story of my parents and how much they love each other, it's the different fact that even after hearing their beautiful story I never wish one for me. 

I tried one relationship and then ended it at very bad note by leaving the person behind who was literally in love with me even knowing I wasn't. My self conscience wasn't ready to left someone hanging on me with false hopes so for him I left him.

 

I only put my eye liner and a little lip gloss, my lips are naturally pink in color so this is more than enough.

I served myself one boild egg and two tosts as breakfast. After breakfast, I took my bag, put my snickers on, lock the door and took the elevator. When I look in my watch it's 7:15 so I thought to stop by at cafe first because there's still more than an hour left to start work again.

I entered in the cafe. This is the best place for ice coffee or also for the beautiful view of city in morning. I loved ice coffee of this place in LA more than anything. I sat near the exit facing towards outside and ordered my drink. 

Roaming people and running vehicles, most were heading towards their work showing everyone is busy. The morning of LA is just beautiful like the city. I was in the slumber of my deep thoughts when my order arrived. The waiter handed me my order with a knowing smile on his face. I took my order returning him bigger one. I had only taken some satisfying sips of the coffee when a message from Julie pop on my phones screen. 

'Hey El! guess what? Today workshop will open at 9:30 instead of 8:30 so enjoy your extra hour'  with big smile emojis at the end. I read the text and look at the time in my phone. It's still 7:45, now what am I going to do.

I remove the straw and lid from coffee cup and drank the whole content in one go. I put my earbuds, play the playlist in my phone, increase the volume to avoide other voices around me and putting my head on the table, close my eyes.

When did I fall asleep I don't know. This is the worst habit of mine. Whenever I was not being able to sleep at the night, then wherever I got chance I fall asleep. Even the waiters of cafe knows about it because it's not my first time sleeping here.

Every one calls me sleeping beauty El at work because of this habit of mine. I don't even remember how many times my boss scolded me when he found me sleeping during work hours but he also likes me the most. 

Julie knows so sometimes she saves me and sometimes she enjoys me getting scold with others when got caught as they all get scolded because of work, while when it comes to work I am great at it, I never gave a single reason to my boss to scold me to scold me instead he always appreciates me. 

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