Post by †Faith Winters† on Aug 3, 2005 15:38:48 GMT
Lol, this is a very bad story XD I've barely written anything on it yet, and it has a looooonnnnggg way to go, but I was threatened by my dear cousin (-pokes Hope-) That if I didn't post it, she'd hurt me -nods- Or, get Foamy after me, I do believe she said So, Yes, I am posting, out of pure fear ^.~ Enjoy. Oh, and, well, it's not really intended for younger people, bla blah blah And, yes, I know, lame title
A loud crack of lightning illuminated the tiny room, which was otherwise pitch-black. The silhouette of a small person rolled into a ball could be seen as the lightning went, but disappeared into the dark once more as the flash left. The sound of soft sobs could barely be heard through the thick rain and loud crashing of thunder that sounded every few minutes. It was going to be a torturous night.
Screaming soon echoed throughout the run-down home, causing the small ball of a person to sob harder, but still managing to keep it hushed. The last thing that was needed was for the sobs to be heard. A loud smash reverberated against the thin walls, followed by an uncanny silence. Sniffling, the small ball unrolled itself, looking around carefully, and wincing when the screaming started all over again. Reaching a slender hand onto the matters that lay on the floor, a small, ripped blanket was pulled from it, and the person rolled themselves back into a ball on the floor, covering up with the blanket.
Puddles littered the roads, deep and muddy, sat right where you didn’t want them to be. Everything was still drenched from the previous night’s downpour, soggy and slippery, waiting for some unsuspecting victim to fall into the ploy and get themselves embarrassedly soaked, forever taunted about being the idiot who slipped.
The sun seemed oddly damp today, not lighting everything up as one would presume after such a dark night. There was not a cloud in sight, but the sky held a squelchy dreary color, appearing something like the texture of sand, like you could grab hold of some and it would merely slide between your fingers slowly. To say the least, the weather had taken an eerie turn.
Light poured into a window which was cracked and looked like it would rupture at any moment, splashing against the soft features of the girl lain in a ball on the floor. Groaning lightly as her eyelids suddenly got painful bright, she opened her eyes slowly, squinting against the light. Letting out an awkward yawn, the girl put her hands on the ground, hoisting herself up.
Letting out a sigh as she stood on shaky legs, Alex carefully walked over to her bureau. She placed her palms on her surface, pushing down on the wood as she let her head hang, afraid to look up at the mirror. On normal days, she would look at her image and smile proudly; there was never a reason to dread looking into the mirror. She wasn’t perfect, but who was, but she was perfectly content. She had golden blonde hair that went down below her shoulder blades, startling blue eyes that captivated you if you gazed into them, and a nice tanned complexion.
Sucking a deep breath in, she slowly rose her cobalt gaze, meeting the mirror image of herself, slight horror dancing across her face.
Gasping in repulsion, Alex’s hands shot up to her face, her fingertips lightly circling around the outline of a massive, dark, ugly bruise around her eye that had formed over night. Moving her fingertips slowly, she winced, pain shooting throughout her face. Lowering her hand slightly; she traced the small scratch on her face.
Crumbling to the floor, Alex placed her forehead against the cool wooden bureau, letting out a muffled sob as she covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hold back the numerous other sobs that wanted to wreck through her. How was she supposed to go to school with that? How could she face everyone with that? How could she explain what had happened? How she had gotten it? Oh god, how was she going to face Ash?
Regaining some composure, Alex wiped her eyes carefully with the sleeves of her long-sleeved shirt, before pulling herself back to her feet. Glancing at herself again quickly, Alex lowered her head. Hopefully a nice shower and then lots of makeup would help.
Walking down the hall to the bathroom, Alex glanced around, before entering and closing the door behind her, making sure to lock it. Pulling her long-sleeved shirt over her head, Alex’s eyes went wide as she looked at her arms; hand-shaped bruises were all up her arms, painfully dark around her wrists and upper arms especially. No matter what she wore or how she tried to cover them up, there was no doubt in her mind that Ash would notice them.
Shaking it off, Alex continued on her excursion, taking off the rest of her clothing and turning on the shower so it was nice and hot. Stepping it, she just stood there for a few moments, taking in the feeling of the hot water beating down on her many bruises.
After her shower was finished, Alex turned off the water and wrapped herself in a clean towel, and brushed her teeth quickly, before rushing back to her room at top speed, not wanting to meet up with her mother or her father, both of which, by rights, should be at work, but you never knew with those two.
Deciding to wear her shirt with the longest sleeves possible, Alex quickly got dressed, brushed her hair, and then stared at her image in the mirror, trying to figure out how to hide the huge bruise. It didn’t really matter, though, because no matter how much makeup she put on, and how much she worked to hide it, Ash would know. Alex loved how much Ash cared, how much Ash loved her, how much she loved Ash, but it was a pain when she wanted to hide something.
Once she was finished with her makeup, and happy that the bruise could barely be noticed, Alex turned around, picked up her bag, and made her way for the front door. Glancing into the kitchen, she let out a sigh as she saw the half-ass job that was done at cleaning the bottle that was smashed all over the floor.
Bowing her head as she continued on her way out, Alex made sure the front door was locked behind her, before walking down to the bus stop. It was going to be a long day for the soon to be 16-year-old.
Tragedy Struck
A loud crack of lightning illuminated the tiny room, which was otherwise pitch-black. The silhouette of a small person rolled into a ball could be seen as the lightning went, but disappeared into the dark once more as the flash left. The sound of soft sobs could barely be heard through the thick rain and loud crashing of thunder that sounded every few minutes. It was going to be a torturous night.
Screaming soon echoed throughout the run-down home, causing the small ball of a person to sob harder, but still managing to keep it hushed. The last thing that was needed was for the sobs to be heard. A loud smash reverberated against the thin walls, followed by an uncanny silence. Sniffling, the small ball unrolled itself, looking around carefully, and wincing when the screaming started all over again. Reaching a slender hand onto the matters that lay on the floor, a small, ripped blanket was pulled from it, and the person rolled themselves back into a ball on the floor, covering up with the blanket.
~~~
Puddles littered the roads, deep and muddy, sat right where you didn’t want them to be. Everything was still drenched from the previous night’s downpour, soggy and slippery, waiting for some unsuspecting victim to fall into the ploy and get themselves embarrassedly soaked, forever taunted about being the idiot who slipped.
The sun seemed oddly damp today, not lighting everything up as one would presume after such a dark night. There was not a cloud in sight, but the sky held a squelchy dreary color, appearing something like the texture of sand, like you could grab hold of some and it would merely slide between your fingers slowly. To say the least, the weather had taken an eerie turn.
Light poured into a window which was cracked and looked like it would rupture at any moment, splashing against the soft features of the girl lain in a ball on the floor. Groaning lightly as her eyelids suddenly got painful bright, she opened her eyes slowly, squinting against the light. Letting out an awkward yawn, the girl put her hands on the ground, hoisting herself up.
Letting out a sigh as she stood on shaky legs, Alex carefully walked over to her bureau. She placed her palms on her surface, pushing down on the wood as she let her head hang, afraid to look up at the mirror. On normal days, she would look at her image and smile proudly; there was never a reason to dread looking into the mirror. She wasn’t perfect, but who was, but she was perfectly content. She had golden blonde hair that went down below her shoulder blades, startling blue eyes that captivated you if you gazed into them, and a nice tanned complexion.
Sucking a deep breath in, she slowly rose her cobalt gaze, meeting the mirror image of herself, slight horror dancing across her face.
Gasping in repulsion, Alex’s hands shot up to her face, her fingertips lightly circling around the outline of a massive, dark, ugly bruise around her eye that had formed over night. Moving her fingertips slowly, she winced, pain shooting throughout her face. Lowering her hand slightly; she traced the small scratch on her face.
Crumbling to the floor, Alex placed her forehead against the cool wooden bureau, letting out a muffled sob as she covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hold back the numerous other sobs that wanted to wreck through her. How was she supposed to go to school with that? How could she face everyone with that? How could she explain what had happened? How she had gotten it? Oh god, how was she going to face Ash?
Regaining some composure, Alex wiped her eyes carefully with the sleeves of her long-sleeved shirt, before pulling herself back to her feet. Glancing at herself again quickly, Alex lowered her head. Hopefully a nice shower and then lots of makeup would help.
Walking down the hall to the bathroom, Alex glanced around, before entering and closing the door behind her, making sure to lock it. Pulling her long-sleeved shirt over her head, Alex’s eyes went wide as she looked at her arms; hand-shaped bruises were all up her arms, painfully dark around her wrists and upper arms especially. No matter what she wore or how she tried to cover them up, there was no doubt in her mind that Ash would notice them.
Shaking it off, Alex continued on her excursion, taking off the rest of her clothing and turning on the shower so it was nice and hot. Stepping it, she just stood there for a few moments, taking in the feeling of the hot water beating down on her many bruises.
~
After her shower was finished, Alex turned off the water and wrapped herself in a clean towel, and brushed her teeth quickly, before rushing back to her room at top speed, not wanting to meet up with her mother or her father, both of which, by rights, should be at work, but you never knew with those two.
Deciding to wear her shirt with the longest sleeves possible, Alex quickly got dressed, brushed her hair, and then stared at her image in the mirror, trying to figure out how to hide the huge bruise. It didn’t really matter, though, because no matter how much makeup she put on, and how much she worked to hide it, Ash would know. Alex loved how much Ash cared, how much Ash loved her, how much she loved Ash, but it was a pain when she wanted to hide something.
Once she was finished with her makeup, and happy that the bruise could barely be noticed, Alex turned around, picked up her bag, and made her way for the front door. Glancing into the kitchen, she let out a sigh as she saw the half-ass job that was done at cleaning the bottle that was smashed all over the floor.
Bowing her head as she continued on her way out, Alex made sure the front door was locked behind her, before walking down to the bus stop. It was going to be a long day for the soon to be 16-year-old.