A faint beeping noise entered my room of darkness. I squeezed my eyes shut even more, afraid to open my eyes again and see nothing. There was the noise again. And again. It sounded in a steady pattern. The more I comfheard it, the more it reminded me of where I was. Before, when it was complete silence, it felt surreal, like it was all a bad dream. Now it was a constant reminder that there was nothing left for me. I cried, and a wet tear rolled down my cheek. A tear? But when I died, I'd felt nothing. I couldn't feel or taste the blood that had been running down my lips. I couldn't feel the pain in my chest at all. Why could I feel my tears?
I was startled to feel something squeeze my hand. It felt like another hand. Slowly, I opened my eyes. I was ecstatic to see I was no longer in my room of darkness. I actually smiled a little bit to see that I was in a hospital room. The beeping noise was the heart monitor that was standing next to my bed. I sighed a breath of relief. With my free hand, I reached up to feel my face; was I really here?
"Ah, ah," a voice said. I looked to my other side and gasped.
"Micah!" I shouted. It felt strange to take in a quick breath. I wiggled my nose, and felt an uncomfortable feeling in my nose. It was on the top of my lip too. I assumed it was one of those ventilators in my nose, which was forcing oxygen into my body whether I liked it or not. I looked down at my arm to see why else Micah didn't want me to move. There was an IV stuck in my wrist, injecting a strange liquid into my body.
"Hey," he said. I returned my attention to him and smiled. His eyes looked tired and slightly red and puffy.
"Are you ok?" I asked, my smile fading. He sniffed and sighed.
"Alessa, I almost lost you. I've never been more scared in my life," he said sadly. I frowned. "The question is, how are you feeling?"
"Ok, I guess." I sighed, and winced. Now that I wasn't "dead," I could now feel the slight pain in my chest. Oh well, it was worse before. Micah eyed me like I was lying. "Ok... I've been better," I ammended. "So what happened while I was out?" Micah leaned back and stretched, as if getting ready to tell a story.
"Well, I was about to kick your father's ass, but the cops wouldn't let me. They got him down better than I would've been able to anyways. So, then the ambulance showed up. They put this weird, like, thick tube thing down your throat. If you'd been awake you would've thrown it up. One of the paramedics had to squeeze the bag part of whatever the hell it was to keep you breathing. They had to lay you on your side, too, so that the blood from your nose would pour out, and not into your throat..."
Micah went on to explain how he got to ride in the ambulance with me; and if he hadn't been scared out of his mind he might've found it pretty cool. Once they got me to the hospital, they fixed up my collapsed lung, but they were afraid it was too late. I had actually been pronounced dead for seven minutes! But just before they were about to unplug the IVs and heart monitors, I came back. Fifteen minutes later, here I was talking to Micah.
"What about... Dad?" I was afraid to ask. Micah pursed his lips.
"He's in jail. I told them everything. He's also being charged with your mother's murder too." It took a while for that to truly sink in. Dad was in prison. He'd never hurt me again. I never had to see him again, and he was finally getting what he deserved and more. Finally. After all these years. I closed my eyes. Then my eyes snapped open in panic.
"Wait! What's going to happen to me?! I don't have any relatives! My parents are only children! My grandparents are dead!" I said quickly. Micah sighed sadly.
"I heard them saying something about foster care..." he said.
"But... That means I would probably have to leave you..." I said. He pursed his lips.
"I know," Micah whispered.
"No. No. No! I'm not going! I'm not leaving you!" I shouted. Micah patted my arm, and asked me to calm down. "Micah, I don't want to go! I can't!" I said, more tears poured from my sore eyes.
"I know, I know," Micah said.
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you too," he told me. "I don't want you to go either. But we don't have to deal with that now. It's late. You need sleep." He squeezed my hand gently and leaned over to kiss my forehead. "Goodnight. I'll see you first thing in the morning." Even though I'd been unconscious all day, I suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion, and felt desperate for sleep.
"G'night..." I said. I closed my eyes.
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Sorry this chapter's so short :P please comment and tell me what you think.
I was startled to feel something squeeze my hand. It felt like another hand. Slowly, I opened my eyes. I was ecstatic to see I was no longer in my room of darkness. I actually smiled a little bit to see that I was in a hospital room. The beeping noise was the heart monitor that was standing next to my bed. I sighed a breath of relief. With my free hand, I reached up to feel my face; was I really here?
"Ah, ah," a voice said. I looked to my other side and gasped.
"Micah!" I shouted. It felt strange to take in a quick breath. I wiggled my nose, and felt an uncomfortable feeling in my nose. It was on the top of my lip too. I assumed it was one of those ventilators in my nose, which was forcing oxygen into my body whether I liked it or not. I looked down at my arm to see why else Micah didn't want me to move. There was an IV stuck in my wrist, injecting a strange liquid into my body.
"Hey," he said. I returned my attention to him and smiled. His eyes looked tired and slightly red and puffy.
"Are you ok?" I asked, my smile fading. He sniffed and sighed.
"Alessa, I almost lost you. I've never been more scared in my life," he said sadly. I frowned. "The question is, how are you feeling?"
"Ok, I guess." I sighed, and winced. Now that I wasn't "dead," I could now feel the slight pain in my chest. Oh well, it was worse before. Micah eyed me like I was lying. "Ok... I've been better," I ammended. "So what happened while I was out?" Micah leaned back and stretched, as if getting ready to tell a story.
"Well, I was about to kick your father's ass, but the cops wouldn't let me. They got him down better than I would've been able to anyways. So, then the ambulance showed up. They put this weird, like, thick tube thing down your throat. If you'd been awake you would've thrown it up. One of the paramedics had to squeeze the bag part of whatever the hell it was to keep you breathing. They had to lay you on your side, too, so that the blood from your nose would pour out, and not into your throat..."
Micah went on to explain how he got to ride in the ambulance with me; and if he hadn't been scared out of his mind he might've found it pretty cool. Once they got me to the hospital, they fixed up my collapsed lung, but they were afraid it was too late. I had actually been pronounced dead for seven minutes! But just before they were about to unplug the IVs and heart monitors, I came back. Fifteen minutes later, here I was talking to Micah.
"What about... Dad?" I was afraid to ask. Micah pursed his lips.
"He's in jail. I told them everything. He's also being charged with your mother's murder too." It took a while for that to truly sink in. Dad was in prison. He'd never hurt me again. I never had to see him again, and he was finally getting what he deserved and more. Finally. After all these years. I closed my eyes. Then my eyes snapped open in panic.
"Wait! What's going to happen to me?! I don't have any relatives! My parents are only children! My grandparents are dead!" I said quickly. Micah sighed sadly.
"I heard them saying something about foster care..." he said.
"But... That means I would probably have to leave you..." I said. He pursed his lips.
"I know," Micah whispered.
"No. No. No! I'm not going! I'm not leaving you!" I shouted. Micah patted my arm, and asked me to calm down. "Micah, I don't want to go! I can't!" I said, more tears poured from my sore eyes.
"I know, I know," Micah said.
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you too," he told me. "I don't want you to go either. But we don't have to deal with that now. It's late. You need sleep." He squeezed my hand gently and leaned over to kiss my forehead. "Goodnight. I'll see you first thing in the morning." Even though I'd been unconscious all day, I suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion, and felt desperate for sleep.
"G'night..." I said. I closed my eyes.
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Sorry this chapter's so short :P please comment and tell me what you think.
Jade Adams was making her way home when she saw him. The dark haired kid everyone had been talking about earlier today was walking in the same direction she was. "Hey! You're the new kid in school right?" "Hn?" The boy turned around to face Jade, making her heart skip a beat. He had to be one of the most strikingly beautiful people she had ever seen. He was pale, with onyx colored eyes, and jet black hair that hung over his eyes slightly. "H-hi. I'm Jade..." the poor girl was at a loss for words when he flashed his dazzling smile at her. "Hey, I'm Victor." She blushed slightly and readjusted her Slipknot tee over her black skinny jeans. "Soo... what road do you turn onto to get home?" "I turn onto Salem road, what about you?" Victor looked over at her again, scratching his head awkwardly. "Me too! Wanna walk home together?" "Sure!" The blonde girl started walking ahead, leaving Victor o follow. "So, how do you like it here?"
Memories,
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The show is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter
It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.
The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This show is over,
Now go home.
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The show is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter
It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.
The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This show is over,
Now go home.
She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The day ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her heart sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms
Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.
Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her heart was free, and she was free
She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no more pain.
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...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
The day ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her heart sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms
Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.
Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her heart was free, and she was free
She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no more pain.
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...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically writing this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 year old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 year old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 year on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave home and find help herself.
So yeah, if you liked this, please comment and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 year old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 year old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 year on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave home and find help herself.
So yeah, if you liked this, please comment and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)