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house itself had five big bedrooms disposed within the two floor estate, a little bit too much for our small three member family and our maid.
    The dance clubs where fantastic, dancing echoed to the intense techno waves imposed by the appointed DJ until morning was set and summer heat exploded with its gold shimmer within the dance floor. My friends and I were admitted to any place we wanted, teens have no problem getting into dance clubs in some countries; it was just plain wild heaven.
    By mid January when my creamy complexion acquired a subtle tan, the “changes” began.
    I started to experience awful headaches, well, perhaps something more like migraines that would cripple me at the single sight of light to be more precise. Not just plain daylight, but any type of light. Light bulbs became the enemy; surfing the net became unthinkable and even grabbing a midnight snack from the fridge became an ordeal.
    I then started to become more irritable, perhaps even a little violent, which I obviously attributed to my headaches, I just figured that feeling crippled by something as stupid as a headache could make anyone go berserk. My solution to this was to wear my sunglasses 24/7, this helped but it also cost me my “parents” believing I was into drugs. Add to these new everyday accessories my new violent behaviour and voila! Let’s say they got convinced.
    Any parent figure tends to associate the continuous use of sunglasses with drug abuse; and believe me, once that THAT gets into their heads it is IMPOSSIBLE to convince them otherwise. I blame it on the media. Every messed-up celebrity that decides to fall into chemical claws appears constantly with . . . guess what? Sunglasses! Just my freaking luck . . . Anyway, that’s just a side story from the important one, so let me get back on track.
    The next thing I started to experience (or perhaps it was the first I just don’t remember) was the hunger . . . This was extremely odd because I craved for something and I just didn’t know what it was! At the beginning I was so confused: I could have craved for food, sex, love, loneliness, companionship, or anything else; I wanted something so bad I felt like an addict but I didn’t know my drug. Then, the dreams began . . .
    Someone was calling for me, or something, or maybe it was just a trapped part of my self; and it was enticing and so scary at the same time. Just like doing your heart’s desire when you know it is completely wrong. I dreamt of shadows and twililight, the colours blinding my senses and holding my heartbeat to a cloud of ruby. And that is the colour that started to be predominant in my dreams, deep, luscious, beautiful red.
    My dreams became scarlet; deep burgundy even at times. Red roses covered my eyelids, and crimson lilies appeared in every corner of my mind’s eye.
    I remember quite vividly one of the first dreams that called my attention:
    I was alone and everything smelled like mid-summer afternoon. My footsteps were soft but steady, and I was walking; walking up the cobble-stones of a garden. It was a gorgeous yet half neglected English-style garden with wisteria and jasmine ornamenting two tall art deco columns by the main door. I was walking towards the main door and looked down. My pathway was adorned with cherry-coloured apple blossoms. I looked up and all flowers were turning red, even the jasmine blooms were a deep crimson now. I got to the immense mahogany double door and it opened just as I touched it, I crept into the house and right in front of me was a long wooden table with a large vase full of flowers. I couldn’t quite tell what kind they were so I walked towards them; they were huge, perfect, blood-red irises. As beautiful as nothing I’d ever seen before. I stretched my hand and touched one petal; it became soft and liquid under my touch and stained my fingers. The petals melted and became warm and thick as they transformed into a paint-like substance that made my