Daisy's Nightmare

By Angie Lockwood

A young girl befriends a young boy on a social network site. All is not what it seems and she finds herself embroiled in the most frightening experience a young girl could ever imagine herself to be in.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Jul 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499087055

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Chapter One

I t was a February day so it was still dark quite early, although Kerry thought, ‘Thankfully the days are getting that bit longer even if it was by only three or four minutes a day, but it won’t be long now before spring arrives, the best season for me leading up to summer, if we get a decent summer… Fingers crossed we will.’

Kerry had a stack of ironing to get through, not her favourite job; she often thought of giving the local ironing parlour a ring, but then she worried that maybe Paul would think she was lazy so decided to get on with it. She hated ironing Paul’s shirts—they were the worst things to iron. She sometimes wished he wasn’t in an office job so she wouldn’t have so many tasks to do. She switched the telly on to watch whilst she did her ironing, saying to herself, ‘If she couldn’t watch telly, she doesn’t know how she would get through a stack of ironing.’

She was thinking about her daughter, Daisy, who, as usual, was in her favourite place—her newly decorated bedroom. As far as Kerry was concerned, the decoration was Gothic themed, although Daisy tried to convince her Mum that it wasn’t real Goth—pretending real Goth would be a lot worse. Obviously, Kerry wasn’t convinced; it was much too dark for Kerry’s liking, but if it made her daughter happy, then so be it. Although Kerry wondered if it did make her happy and kept thinking it was not a good idea to have such a dark and depressing room when you weren’t always the happiest person a lot of the time. Kerry, who was mostly always in high spirits, thought that Daisy’s bedroom would depress Daisy. She did have a chuckle to herself though when Daisy asked for a certain Christmas present to hang outside her bedroom door which was a sign of a fairy with pixie ears, a very cross face, and crossed arms saying ‘KEEP OUT!’

There was nothing Kerry could do now; the room will have to stay how it is, unless Daisy got out of this hopefully temporary phase in her young life.

It was certainly a far cry from the pink bedroom she had had for a few years before. Kerry remembered Daisy had loved her pink bedroom; she was only ten at the time and she had been so excited. When she saw this one she was very cool about it, although Kerry knew her daughter well enough to know that she loved it but wasn’t going to show it—that would not be cool. Now she wouldn’t be seen dead wearing anything pink and certainly wouldn’t want anything pink in her bedroom.

Kerry would say to friends that Daisy was forever glued to her phone or her iPad. Kerry could never work it out as Daisy would have been with her school friends all day and come home and would either be texting, phoning, or talking to her friends on social network sites most of the time! She had talked it over with her friends who were also parents of teenagers and they all said it was exactly the same with their children, so all very normal, just a sign of the times.

Kerry saw that her daughter had gained a lot of confidence in the last couple of years and she was really pleased as Daisy had been quite a shy child, but now she had adopted a Gothic look with her red and black hair! Kerry was mortified; it wasn’t even gradual, it seemed all of a sudden Daisy changed—which looked as if to Kerry—overnight into a totally alien person, she often wondered if the Goth look was a kind of mask to hide behind because she had been so shy. Daisy had told Kerry that she loved the look and had gotten into it through her love of Goth music and found there were others out there the same as her.

Daisy had gone out and bought a jet black hair dye and after one of their biggest rows, Kerry finally gave in to letting her dye her gorgeous blond hair, so Daisy promptly got her friend Phoebe to put the dye on for her. Unbeknown to Kerry, Daisy had also bought a red dye for her fringe! Kerry thought it was awful and when she told Daisy that, her daughter was secretly pleased as she would have been more worried if her Mum had liked it. Of course Kerry realised that and again just hoped that Daisy would quickly grow out of this awful stage in her short life; the quicker, the better.

Next was the clothes, Daisy had visited a few charity shops lately and bought black and red clothes and cheap costume jewellery. Kerry’s least favourite being a black plastic necklace which comprised of lots of little skulls all the way round. ‘Why’, Kerry thought, ‘would anyone want to wear that?’ She also had a belt which had a skull for a buckle, and then the make-up which by now Kerry was nearly biting her tongue off, the pale look foundation and heavy black eye liner, never mind about the black lipstick, but again telling herself to keep quiet. She had often discussed it with Paul, who thought it was quite amusing. She told him he was a fat lot of help, so Kerry had to keep reminding herself that saying anything would probably make it worse. Daisy would be sure to dig her heels in even more, not that it could be much worse, but she was also afraid Daisy would be bullied at school for being different which thankfully so far wasn’t the case, hopefully, she thought.

Kerry was fed up nagging at her and asking her ‘who she thought she was talking to?’ She came to realise it was impossible to try talking to a 14-year-old hormonal young girl. If Daisy wasn’t verbally rude to her, she knew she was probably pulling faces behind her back, she would try and catch her out by looking at Daisy in the glass of the wall cabinets in the kitchen but she didn’t take it too seriously as she knew this was ‘quite the norm’ and she remembered her sister pulling faces at their mum. So Kerry tended to take the easy way out and be loving to her and try to make conversation and definitely not ignore her as Daisy did to Kerry some of the time.

Kerry finished most of the ironing but left some as she had to feed her 8-month-old baby, Mia, thinking again to herself as she often did, she is such a good baby, always happy and smiling, she would think most mums thought the same as her, that babies were certainly a lot easier than when they got older, if only they could stay this age.

Chapter Two

A s usual, without a day going by, Kerry thought about her son, Billy, who had tragically died aged only 7 years old. Billy had a heart condition they didn’t know about, he suffered a cardiac arrest whilst playing football at school, he just collapsed on the field. Kerry and Paul tried for what seemed an eternity for another baby after he died.

She remembered that Paul was on the very rare occasion working from home that day. There had