Monday, July 4, 2005

Chap 1. Part 1
Heh. ^^ The Vampire Lestat inspired me to put my book on here..just for people to see. I don't really have a name for it yet. I guess when I submit about the third or fourth chapter I'll start asking for ideas for a name if I didn't figure it out yet. This is the continuation of a book a wrote in my english class last year. It pretty much gets explained in this book, so it's not like the origional book has to be read or anything. It sure does make more sence....but I just have to make everything really cryptic. ^^ So since I haven't typed the other part of this chapter up(paper at the moment), it'll only be 'part 1'. I'll have 'part 2' and probably part of the second chapter typed up by tomorow. So, here it is. ^^ Enjoi (Booyuka! >.>)


'Most don't wake up like that. You wake up to figure out you left all the lights in your house on and that the water in your kitchen is still running. God knows what happened. You swear it was only one bottle, or one drink, or what the hell ever because you're too tried to really remember. Are you tired or just hungover? You wake up to realize your alarm clock has been playing that rock station since 6 in the morning, filling your mind with little warped thoughts of the twisted rockers fantasies. Clock reads about 12:43 PM.
That's where I was.
I groaned as I reached over and slapped my beeping, screaming alarm clock again.I'd probably have turned it off had I been awake enough to remember how. Then again, you can't get a good sleep, get drunk, and remember how to function well all in the same 24 hours, can you? There we go. I think I got it. Or..at least it made some kind of noise besides that faint 'click' you hear whenever you punch the 'snooze' button. You start to memorize that exact sound and have it run through your head all day after hearing it twenty times every morning. That's why you always set your alarm clock an hour early. Does anyone ever really get up the first time it goes off?
It probably would've hurt....falling off the bed like I did. I was numb though, from the alcohol and the fact that I have no bed frame so the broken-springed mattress was just laying on the floor with all the junk heaped around in a circle around it like a worship gathering or something. Then of course, there was the crude trail I made in it to my door, so some off the junk was piled up more in some places than others. It's some ancient and stained carpet. I bet there's probably some old wood everywhere else where the carpet was stripped away after so much rain leaked through and ruined it. I don't think it leaks anymore. Though I'm never in the room, so I wouldn't really know wether the roof leaks or not. Though I suppose that's why that pile of clothes over there is always wet.
They're like...purple. A dark blue, but a purple. But not really. I mean....can a person really have purple eyes without having some sort of surgery..or am I really just that messed up? Those purple eyes gazed over the room with a lazy still-drunken look that didn't really see anything at all. I think I was blind for a second. I stared right at the open window that overlooked the cruddy over grown lawns of my neighborhood. But the sunlight was blinding. Probably these old tired eyes that haven't really seen the sun in a week or so. Well..I can't stay in this crummy old place forever, can I? It was falling apart...and me being in there all the time wasn't helping. Or was it? Wallowing in self-pity had helped keep me going all this time. Why not the house too? But the house had been build back in the time whenever they didn't even think it was possible for it to last this long. That's what they said about me when I was younger.
I pushed myself up off the old rotting floorboards and stood. I almost fell over, but steadied myself. I was stumbling around, over-large clothes hanging off of me strangely. Bah. Forget designer clothes and clothes that fit your body perfectly. Every little curve. Teh. They're uncomfortable..plus if you gain a pound or grow an inch around the waist, you have to run right out and replace them. That means you can't eat. If you let you belly shrink up enough, the smallest things makes it bulge. That's why I never actually understood people who never eat just to lose weight. Though I'm really no expert on the subject. But really....who is? Everyone has their little ideas..but they seriously don't know how the women's stomachs work. After the first week of nothing to eat, they pretty much make up some new, really weird way to work.
Bah. So what did it matter to me that women around the globe were willingly starving themselves to be skinny when the starving people of other places would do anything to have food and be able to get fat?
I'd found my way into the kitchen, though i wasn't quite sure what for...Ah! I crossed over to the other side of the place and turned the knob on the sink all the way down. The annoying dripping noises were gone. The house was in silence. Eerie silence. I shuddered. This wasn't the kind of place where you wanted such noiselessness. That's probably why I'd turned the water on and left it on. The silence got the better of me. I shook my head and switched the water back on. Like it helped. It shattered the silence, but not the feelings inside. I turned it back off. It wasn't helping any. It was just as annoying as before. I almost had a heart attack as a loud buzzing noise suddenly filled the house. It died away and was replaced with a cheerful male announcer's voice.
"Good afternoon, listeners! It's about..6 after 1 and we're getting ready for the newest contest on the best rock station in town. Everyone get ready with their guesses. We'll have details after this. A great new band by the name of 'Black Velvet'. We're starting to expect great things from these young boys, whose songs have already started skyrocketing on the music charts. Best of luck Velvet, and hope everyone enjoys em'."
A hard-core rock song began to play. I didn't really recognize it. I bet it was filled with a bunch of little punks. Well...they made it. To the radio at least. I'd pretty much stopped listening to music, but I was pretty sure they'd make it fairly far. They had some okay lyrics. Well... the words I understood were good. The singer was screaming all the words, so it was pretty hard to figure out what he was saying. But that's what was liked, huh? The words didn't really matter anymore. It was all about the playing. How fast the guitarist is. How good the drummer is. Does their bassist just make the awesomest noises? Can the singer scream really loud?
I wanted to laugh at them all. Sure....it sounded kinda cool, but it was really going to suck when they're fifty and can't even whisper for their nurses to raise the bed up an inch or two so they can see the news about the 'bombing for peace' in a nearby country. It didn't matter though. With all the drugs and booze they could get their hands on, they probably wouldn't live to see fourty.
Another light dripping sound. Heh...guess the timer on my coffee machine is working. Yeah..I normally had it go off in the afternoon. Though I'd usually be standing there and switching it on. I'd just found out how to turn the timer on it, but I hadn't thought it would work. The thing was almost ancient. I was suprised it had that feature at all. Oh well.I watched the brown liquid drip down into the dirty, cracked, and almost empty pot. I sighed, dropping down onto the dusty floor. I sneezed as dust rose.'-end- Tah dah..<.<


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