This comes after a prologue where the main character accidentally makes a mysterious 'offering'. She had not intended to go to sleep at all the whole night, which is why this story begins on the floor, lol. The first part of the story pre- the large break, was supposed to be in italics.

CRITICIZE ME PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Chapter One:
Colors without names swirled in a dizzying pattern. Creatures danced manically leaping through the air with their heads raised up to the sky in silent worship. The night air was warm and damp on my skin, laying over me like a heavy blanket. My thoughts were hazy and it hurt to think; hurt to resist. The breeze wrapped itself around me, embracing me . . . strangling me.
The dancers themselves were impossibly gruesome. They moved towards me, faces painted in malicious cruelty. Cold hard panic set in as I desperately struggled to breathe, to escape. The world was screaming in my ears, a hot searing knife hacking its way through my mind.

Erin was up off the floor and on her feet in an instant, eyes flicking across the room searching for anything out of place. A shadow that didn’t belong. A breeze where there shouldn’t be one. The slightest hint of anything that just seemed wrong.
But there was nothing. For the moment at least, she was alone. Breathing a sigh of relief, she rested her aching head in her hands. The awful racket that had pulled her from her nightmare was still echoing around in her head.
“Erin!” came a shout from down the stairs “Time to get up baby!” my mother, Elise called. I glanced at my clock. . . my alarm clock. If my head hadn’t already been killing me I would have smacked myself for not figuring out it was my alarm going off. I slammed my hand down on the offending electronic and shouted something back down the stairs to my mother. School. What was it doing showing up here, now? Of all times.
I chanced a glance back at the tipped wine glass in the corner of my room. It was like a ghostly crime scene. As soon as I lay eyes on it, chills instantly ran up and down my spine coaxing goosebumps out of me. I changed in record time and was ready for breakfast at least ten minutes earlier than usual. Slowly, I dragged myself down the hall, but kept walking past the stairs down to my kitchen. I walked along a short little hallway where dust had taken up permanent residence. No one in my family walked down this hall anymore. At the end of it was a single room, and that room had no occupant. Not for the past three years anyway. It had been Richard’s room.
The door squeaked open ominously as she entered. Keeping her eyes on the floor, Erin navigated herself easily to his bookcase. Even after all these years, she could still walk this floor without hesitation. It hadn’t changed at all. His clothes lay strewn around the room in typical teenaged boy fashion. His iPod on his desk, long since out of battery. But she ignored all that, she knelt down and glared at the spine of the most ornate book on the shelf. It was a work of beauty; meant to be appreciated and put on display for all the world to lust after. But when it had belonged to her and Eric it had been a closely guarded secret. They knew it was dangerous, powerful. But they hadn’t understood, had never dreamed that the power they observed could change course so quickly. Erin gritted her teeth and tilted her head up, insisting even to herself that the dust was what stung at her eyes so. Breathing out hard, she reached out and grabbed the book, pulling it violently off the shelf. An electric current seemed to pass between herself and the text in that moment. Something unusual, even for a book of this caliber.
A pulse seemed to radiate from it. Intrigued, Erin had to force herself not to pop open the latch on the book and seek an explanation. Knowledge of any kind, could be a very dangerous thing. Especially for the people who had the knowledge that so many others sought.
Determination coloring her eyes a steely grey, Erin flipped the book over and heartlessly tore a jewel encrusted into the cover from its place. A thin chain followed. Slipping the necklace into her pocket, Erin returned the book to its place on the shelf, refusing to look at it again. Without any hesitation at all, Erin lifted herself up and glided quietly from the room shutting the door quietly behind her.
Once more the room was still. And Erin fully intended to leave it that way for a long, long time to come. But things don’t always go as planned.