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XD Thanks Caitlyn :P ^^^^That's what my audition is for.
>>>>Random writing party. I just wanna write a story even if there's no plot and it makes zero sense. So yup! Fun stuff and just like, enjoy? I guess.<<<<
The dark floorboards creaked under my feet. The hardwood was a shade of grey, with a coat of dust making it look even more so.
It felt disgusting on my bare soles. My I had used my shoes to prop open the doors, just like she said. I didn't like this feeling. Still, I pressed forward, the darkness seeming to swallow everything. My flashlight was dim. It was so dim that I could see about 5 feet in front of me. If I turned around I could see about 5 feet behind me.
How long had I been walking? It felt like hours. The house had seemed small from the outside. The hall couldn't possibly be this long.
A sick feeling grew in my stomach, and I rocked on my toes. How did I miss it? The very, very slight decline of the floor. It was a little more at the beginning, but I had walked up a lot of stairs to the front door. I figured it was just going to ground level.
Suddenly he damp and dusty air felt even more suffocating. I had been getting sick from the dust anyway, but the in my head the ceiling would crash in. I would be crushed. I would be killed. I was underground.
"Shelby!" I cried out, blinking back the tears stinging my eyes. "Please!"
My hand was suddenly very shaky and my heart was pounding even more than before. I choked on the dust I was kicking up, and swatted at the air, only making things worse.
I was scared. I just wanted to get to her and find what she wanted to show me. I started to run. Not just jog. I was sprinting down the slick and dusty floors, flashlight tight in hand.
I wasn't a fit person. Not at all. I had an eleven minute mile time and no endurance. Still, pure adrenaline and fear kept me going for several minutes, until I had to slow back to my walk, my breathing heavy, leading me to coughing and choking yet again.
I looked up, and squinted. It couldn't possibly be... Light! I flipped off my flashlight, just to make sure. I saw it. It looked nearly a football field away, but a new excitement rushed through me, and I was running. The light got closer and closer and I shouted out. "Shelby!"
I saw a silhouette of someone step out, but was sure it wasn't her. They were taller, and... larger. I stopped in my tracks, stepping back.
Another shadow stepped beside the person, and I recognized the shape of my sister. "Shelbs!" I squealed, walking forward happily.
The man reached into his pocket and drew something out. I saw the outline of a gun and my heart stopped. I was paralysed in fear, unable to run. Did Shelby lead me into this?
He raised his arm, and she turned away. Bang! Bang! Bang! Three shots.
I felt pain shoot through me. My shoulder, my leg, my stomach. I collapsed, my body in pure agony, black touching my vision.
Moments later, the black getting worse with the pain, Shelby was kneeling by me. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her face looking hurt and upset with herself. Then she pressed her thumb into the bullet hole on my stomach. She pushed in harder and harder slowly.
I felt myself scream, but I don't remember hearing it. I just remember the black overtaking my vision and dying.
>>Should I write on? Opinions wanted<<
The dark floorboards creaked under my feet. The hardwood was a shade of grey, with a coat of dust making it look even more so.
It felt disgusting on my bare soles. My I had used my shoes to prop open the doors, just like she said. I didn't like this feeling. Still, I pressed forward, the darkness seeming to swallow everything. My flashlight was dim. It was so dim that I could see about 5 feet in front of me. If I turned around I could see about 5 feet behind me.
How long had I been walking? It felt like hours. The house had seemed small from the outside. The hall couldn't possibly be this long.
A sick feeling grew in my stomach, and I rocked on my toes. How did I miss it? The very, very slight decline of the floor. It was a little more at the beginning, but I had walked up a lot of stairs to the front door. I figured it was just going to ground level.
Suddenly he damp and dusty air felt even more suffocating. I had been getting sick from the dust anyway, but the in my head the ceiling would crash in. I would be crushed. I would be killed. I was underground.
"Shelby!" I cried out, blinking back the tears stinging my eyes. "Please!"
My hand was suddenly very shaky and my heart was pounding even more than before. I choked on the dust I was kicking up, and swatted at the air, only making things worse.
I was scared. I just wanted to get to her and find what she wanted to show me. I started to run. Not just jog. I was sprinting down the slick and dusty floors, flashlight tight in hand.
I wasn't a fit person. Not at all. I had an eleven minute mile time and no endurance. Still, pure adrenaline and fear kept me going for several minutes, until I had to slow back to my walk, my breathing heavy, leading me to coughing and choking yet again.
I looked up, and squinted. It couldn't possibly be... Light! I flipped off my flashlight, just to make sure. I saw it. It looked nearly a football field away, but a new excitement rushed through me, and I was running. The light got closer and closer and I shouted out. "Shelby!"
I saw a silhouette of someone step out, but was sure it wasn't her. They were taller, and... larger. I stopped in my tracks, stepping back.
Another shadow stepped beside the person, and I recognized the shape of my sister. "Shelbs!" I squealed, walking forward happily.
The man reached into his pocket and drew something out. I saw the outline of a gun and my heart stopped. I was paralysed in fear, unable to run. Did Shelby lead me into this?
He raised his arm, and she turned away. Bang! Bang! Bang! Three shots.
I felt pain shoot through me. My shoulder, my leg, my stomach. I collapsed, my body in pure agony, black touching my vision.
Moments later, the black getting worse with the pain, Shelby was kneeling by me. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her face looking hurt and upset with herself. Then she pressed her thumb into the bullet hole on my stomach. She pushed in harder and harder slowly.
I felt myself scream, but I don't remember hearing it. I just remember the black overtaking my vision and dying.
>>Should I write on? Opinions wanted<<
Mod
I didn't reread or edit sooo XD
But all right! Another one coming tomorrow! Serial series ;P
But all right! Another one coming tomorrow! Serial series ;P
That moment when you have to dig into the apocalypse stash... Again >.>
Just realised that only Shiv will understand that... Maybe...
>>Section #2 at the end the question will be repeated. Should I go on?<<
Now, I dream. I do, every single night. But they never make any sense. Not in the form that they're unrealistic, just in the fact that they aren't put together. I can be at school and walk through my house's front door and be at an amusement park. It just never makes sense.
That's why I was not okay with the only dream that made sort of sense was after I died. It was something I could tell Shelby about like she did with myself.
My eyes wandered the dark alley we'd been sleeping in for the last week. The sun was rising and I could see it. Shelby had taken shift last night, and was out getting us some food and clothes.
She had went in the store ten minutes before closing and hidden somewhere, until it closed. I never asked her how she got so much stuff. She just did it. We needed things and she was good at stealing.
So I laid, spinning my knife. I only had it for self defense. I just wanted to survive. I'd been on the streets for almost 8 years. That's where I had met Shelby, my only family.
She walked into the alley then, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder and a suitcase dragging behind her. She had a huge smile on her pale face. "Hit the jackpot with food. We won't need to go out for the next few nights. I got lots of clothes as well. Hair stuff. Got a towel too. We can head to the truck stop and shower."
I grinned. This was one of the greatest things that had happened yet. "Awesome!"
She nodded, smiling and opening the suitcase. "Choose an outfit and we'll head to the truck stop."
I smiled, leaning over the suitcase and sifting through clothes. She had gotten some cute jeans and sweaters, as well as warmer clothing, which we'd need as temperatures dropped.
I felt a sharp pain in my back and collapsed, as I felt it ripped back. Shelby held a knife aboutve me covered in blood. It was my blood. "Shelby. What're you doing?" I gasped, as she prepared to stab me again. I couldn't fight.
"It'll be okay, Melanie," she whispered. "You are mad now, but I have to know. It's okay. You won't even remember this happened."
She jabbed the knife down, plunging it into my chest and killing me.
My eyes fluttered open, and I bright white light burned my eyes. "Gah!" I shouted, covering my face. Was this heaven? If so, why did it hurt so bad?
Pain was even more prominent in my chest, and uncovered my eyes to look. They had adjusted to the light, and my heart stopped as I looked down.
Actually, it didn't stop. I know because I could see it. My skin had been cut open from my neck to where my pants line would be if I was dressed. The skin was peeled aside like some living dissection.
This couldn't be real. There wasn't a possible way I was alive.
>>Should I keep writing?<<
Now, I dream. I do, every single night. But they never make any sense. Not in the form that they're unrealistic, just in the fact that they aren't put together. I can be at school and walk through my house's front door and be at an amusement park. It just never makes sense.
That's why I was not okay with the only dream that made sort of sense was after I died. It was something I could tell Shelby about like she did with myself.
My eyes wandered the dark alley we'd been sleeping in for the last week. The sun was rising and I could see it. Shelby had taken shift last night, and was out getting us some food and clothes.
She had went in the store ten minutes before closing and hidden somewhere, until it closed. I never asked her how she got so much stuff. She just did it. We needed things and she was good at stealing.
So I laid, spinning my knife. I only had it for self defense. I just wanted to survive. I'd been on the streets for almost 8 years. That's where I had met Shelby, my only family.
She walked into the alley then, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder and a suitcase dragging behind her. She had a huge smile on her pale face. "Hit the jackpot with food. We won't need to go out for the next few nights. I got lots of clothes as well. Hair stuff. Got a towel too. We can head to the truck stop and shower."
I grinned. This was one of the greatest things that had happened yet. "Awesome!"
She nodded, smiling and opening the suitcase. "Choose an outfit and we'll head to the truck stop."
I smiled, leaning over the suitcase and sifting through clothes. She had gotten some cute jeans and sweaters, as well as warmer clothing, which we'd need as temperatures dropped.
I felt a sharp pain in my back and collapsed, as I felt it ripped back. Shelby held a knife aboutve me covered in blood. It was my blood. "Shelby. What're you doing?" I gasped, as she prepared to stab me again. I couldn't fight.
"It'll be okay, Melanie," she whispered. "You are mad now, but I have to know. It's okay. You won't even remember this happened."
She jabbed the knife down, plunging it into my chest and killing me.
My eyes fluttered open, and I bright white light burned my eyes. "Gah!" I shouted, covering my face. Was this heaven? If so, why did it hurt so bad?
Pain was even more prominent in my chest, and uncovered my eyes to look. They had adjusted to the light, and my heart stopped as I looked down.
Actually, it didn't stop. I know because I could see it. My skin had been cut open from my neck to where my pants line would be if I was dressed. The skin was peeled aside like some living dissection.
This couldn't be real. There wasn't a possible way I was alive.
>>Should I keep writing?<<
That was so short but so draining XD
Welp. Guess I shan't continue.
Mod
Haha. All right. Opinion when you read though? Probably won't post the next part until tonight. Might start putting it as a story on my gr cuz I lost all my old ones ;-;
Mod
That is totally okay :) Starting Section 3 now.
Clinging to tight to the past...
Am I a weak person for hurting so bad for this long?
I shouldn't hope. Why am I doing this to myself?
When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth.
I miss you... I'm so stupid. Why did I do it? I promised... So did you. You made promises. You promised you were different and you lied. You lied to me and then you left. You broke your promises.
I believed you. That's worst part. I believed you. I told you everything. I believed your promises and I cared to much and now I'm forgotten. You don't even miss me.
Mod
Cαiтℓуn ~ gotta soldier on ~ wrote: "Helloooos"
Heeeyyyyyzzzzz.
Heeeyyyyyzzzzz.
You aren't stupid...
Mod
I listened. I listened, just like I promised I wouldn't. I made a best friend. I'm so stupid.
Cαiтℓуn ~ gotta soldier on ~ wrote: "Revetahw"
Heh. Das my name.
Heh. Das my name.
Mod
Heh. Das my name."
XD
How is the scary grilled sandwich known as Caitlyn? XD
Mod
I realise my mistakes. I just.. Why can't I fix them?
Cαiтℓуn ~ gotta soldier on ~ wrote: "Horrible :) And the Whatever?"
About the same :)
About the same :)
Mod
Cαiтℓуn ~ gotta soldier on ~ wrote: "Woo!! Awesome!"
Horrible days are great XD
Almost done with this section of my writing :P
Horrible days are great XD
Almost done with this section of my writing :P
>>Section 3. Guess I'm just gonna continue on daily cuz like, Caitlyn said to XD<<
I quietly looked around, surveying my surroundings. To my left Shelby stood against a wall. She saw me look to her and turned away. Guilt twisted her expression, as she mumbled. "You're awake. I'm so sorry. We had to. He told me that he'd get us money. I could get us a better life."
"Shelby, who is he?" I asked, my voice scratchy. My body was screaming in pain, but I moved my arms, pushing my skin back together, as I cried out. "Gah!" I recoiled, the skin fell back.
"You say that a lot," she noted. "Most of the time you don't realise it. I know you're mad now, but we had to know. I had to do this for us. It's okay. You won't even remember this happened."
It's okay. You won't even remember this happened.
"You won't even remember this happened," I mumbled quietly. "Who is he, Shelby?"
She finally turned to face me. "I... It's my dad."
Tears sprung to my eyes. "You betrayed me for him?" I choked out. "You've spent years telling me how much you hate him. Why you ran away because he beat you. Do I mean anything to you?"
She turned away. "I'm sorry."
I bit down on my tongue, pressing my skin up, biting down even harder, until my insides were covered again. The pain immediately started to recede, and I watched, wide-eyed as the cut closed. No scars even left behind. "Shelby, get me clothes."
She tipped her head to a corner. There was a dresser sitting there and I paused. "Are there clothes in every drawer?"
"My dad... He's got money. He just wants to help, Mel. Let him help the world. He thinks you could help. You could fix things."
I ignored her, walking over to the dresser. "You stabbed me, didn't you? In the alley. It could have killed me, but you still tried it."
She bit her lip. "I had to know. I'd seen you heal. You tried to kill yourself, Melanie. You slit your wrist and it just closed. You dragged that blade over and over, but you couldn't die. I saw it."
I shook my head in disbelief. "I would remember that."
I didn't even care that I stood naked in front of her. I'd gotten used to it, with the number of times we'd change in random places. I opened the drawers, looking through the clothes. Bras and underwear in the top drawer, with tags still on them. "He bought these new?"
She nodded silently as I put some on, shocked at the comfort. I wasn't used to having good, nice clothes. I continued to sift through drawers, finding "Pink" brand sweat pants, and a tank that matched. "These are way nicer than anything we've stolen," I said quietly.
She sighed. "I know. I've always just gone to Walmart and stuff. He shops at the expensive stores for everything he buys because he can."
I looked at her. "What are you doing, Shelby?"
"If I explain you might be willing. Please just listen."
"Willing to become a science project? Why would I be willing to do that?" I said, my voice raising, a sudden vehemence behind it.
"Melanie, calm down," said a low voice from behind me. He had a gentle tone, which for some reason just made me angrier.
I spun on him, my fist landing a hard punch to his chiseled face, which seemed to have hurt me more than him. I didn't let it show though, hitting him several more times, enough that he'd have several bruises.
"I suppose I deserved that," he breathed out, as he looked at me. "You've got a good punch. Much practice?"
"Only when I would have to street fight gangsters a lot bigger than me. You know, if they tried to jump me. I haven't had a house for eight years. Picked up on some stuff, I said, fierce hatred behind my voice. "Shelby is even better than me. She wouldn't have to be, but wait--" I gave a false gasp. "--You beat her when you were drunk and she ran away and lived on the streets with me."
"I'm a better person now," he said. "I want to take you both in to live with me."
I felt pleasure in seeing the welts on his face bruise. "Her as a child and me as a test? And experiment?"
I felt the comfortable and soft material on my skin, and looked at his expression. What was I to him? What would I be? I needed to find out the truth.
I quietly looked around, surveying my surroundings. To my left Shelby stood against a wall. She saw me look to her and turned away. Guilt twisted her expression, as she mumbled. "You're awake. I'm so sorry. We had to. He told me that he'd get us money. I could get us a better life."
"Shelby, who is he?" I asked, my voice scratchy. My body was screaming in pain, but I moved my arms, pushing my skin back together, as I cried out. "Gah!" I recoiled, the skin fell back.
"You say that a lot," she noted. "Most of the time you don't realise it. I know you're mad now, but we had to know. I had to do this for us. It's okay. You won't even remember this happened."
It's okay. You won't even remember this happened.
"You won't even remember this happened," I mumbled quietly. "Who is he, Shelby?"
She finally turned to face me. "I... It's my dad."
Tears sprung to my eyes. "You betrayed me for him?" I choked out. "You've spent years telling me how much you hate him. Why you ran away because he beat you. Do I mean anything to you?"
She turned away. "I'm sorry."
I bit down on my tongue, pressing my skin up, biting down even harder, until my insides were covered again. The pain immediately started to recede, and I watched, wide-eyed as the cut closed. No scars even left behind. "Shelby, get me clothes."
She tipped her head to a corner. There was a dresser sitting there and I paused. "Are there clothes in every drawer?"
"My dad... He's got money. He just wants to help, Mel. Let him help the world. He thinks you could help. You could fix things."
I ignored her, walking over to the dresser. "You stabbed me, didn't you? In the alley. It could have killed me, but you still tried it."
She bit her lip. "I had to know. I'd seen you heal. You tried to kill yourself, Melanie. You slit your wrist and it just closed. You dragged that blade over and over, but you couldn't die. I saw it."
I shook my head in disbelief. "I would remember that."
I didn't even care that I stood naked in front of her. I'd gotten used to it, with the number of times we'd change in random places. I opened the drawers, looking through the clothes. Bras and underwear in the top drawer, with tags still on them. "He bought these new?"
She nodded silently as I put some on, shocked at the comfort. I wasn't used to having good, nice clothes. I continued to sift through drawers, finding "Pink" brand sweat pants, and a tank that matched. "These are way nicer than anything we've stolen," I said quietly.
She sighed. "I know. I've always just gone to Walmart and stuff. He shops at the expensive stores for everything he buys because he can."
I looked at her. "What are you doing, Shelby?"
"If I explain you might be willing. Please just listen."
"Willing to become a science project? Why would I be willing to do that?" I said, my voice raising, a sudden vehemence behind it.
"Melanie, calm down," said a low voice from behind me. He had a gentle tone, which for some reason just made me angrier.
I spun on him, my fist landing a hard punch to his chiseled face, which seemed to have hurt me more than him. I didn't let it show though, hitting him several more times, enough that he'd have several bruises.
"I suppose I deserved that," he breathed out, as he looked at me. "You've got a good punch. Much practice?"
"Only when I would have to street fight gangsters a lot bigger than me. You know, if they tried to jump me. I haven't had a house for eight years. Picked up on some stuff, I said, fierce hatred behind my voice. "Shelby is even better than me. She wouldn't have to be, but wait--" I gave a false gasp. "--You beat her when you were drunk and she ran away and lived on the streets with me."
"I'm a better person now," he said. "I want to take you both in to live with me."
I felt pleasure in seeing the welts on his face bruise. "Her as a child and me as a test? And experiment?"
I felt the comfortable and soft material on my skin, and looked at his expression. What was I to him? What would I be? I needed to find out the truth.
Mod
XD That's okay! :P I put in a cretive writing story for it too.
enjoying the story. a bit confused ad to what's happening, but liking it.
it's personal
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