Amanda Trumen, 20 year old bachelorette

Amanda was at the door of her apartment when she felt the most painful of splitting headaches suddenly attack her from out of nowhere. She almost keeled over but she was able to steady herself by supporting herself on the door handle. Cursing herself out for having endured such a lack of sleep, she finished fumbling through her keys to let herself inside. The nice warm atmosphere of home greeted her and she prepared herself for a well deserved rest after a long hard day. A shower. A quick dinner and a glass of wine in front of the TV. A short gander out at the incredibly pretty city view on her 20th floor balcony. Bed time by 11 o'clock. Fortunately, it was one of those times when she had managed to get home early, so she would have a nice long beauty sleep before work the next morning.

Her dreams that night were an amalgamation of strange incoherent mumblings and mind twisting colors. She tossed and turned uncontrollably, her **** mind being invaded by the whisperings, until the very moment when she awoke in her bed from the annoying bleeping sounds of her alarm clock. Rising slowly to stretch, she got up in coherence to the beginning of her morning routine, only to find that the sky outside was still dark. Checking the time in a mad rush of confusion, the digital display only showed that it was midnight. No amount of bewilderment could describe how she felt then. It had felt like she had had her beauty sleep like she intended, but only an hour had passed since she last closed her eyes. Little would she anticipate that such abnormalities were only about to escalate, and that she would never be same ever again.