Chapter 1: The happening

Morgan gasped as she woke up sweaty and dishevelled and frankly a little terrified as she sat up with her chest heaving and her sheets pooled around her waist, her heart pounding against her ribcage. Looking around her apartment feeling like she was missing some thing or someone, maybe she should finally get a roommate like her grammy said, leaning her head against the wall turning her alarm clock towards her only to see it was just 3 am, sighing as she got up from her comfy bed; putting her feet on the floor expecting her slippers only to be met by the cold floor quickly raising her feet, looking around for her slippers wondering where they were looking across the room to find them near her closet, tiptoeing to put them on bewildered as to how they ended up by her closet, walking to her bathroom pushing open the door thinking she probably left them there and forgot about it. Opening the door of the bathroom and turning on the light, looking at her reflection and being met with tired brown eyes, caramel skin, full lips, an upturned nose, long dark brown curly hair mane like almost wrapping around her tall gangly body while she was wearing just a loose jersey and some boy shorts, 'God I need to get some sleep,' she thought to herself staring at the bags under her eyes ''more like luggage'', she muttered to herself sarcastically, before washing her face and considered going back to sleep, but the thought of going back to sleep scared her after the dream she had although it was more like nightmare, so she decided to make some tea as she headed into the kitchen switching off the lights and closing the bathroom door behind her. Walking towards the sink to fill up her kettle to boil some water for her green tea(pomegranate), after she was done filling up the kettle she headed to the stove, suddenly the lights flickered causing her to drop the kettle. She stumbled around blindly looking for her phone which she had left on the countertop the previous night, before she slipped on the water that had spilled from the kettle. The last thought she had was before everything turned dark was that she really needed to move out of this shitty apartment.