Sunday, July 4, 2004

story
this is for all of you that asked to see my work. mind that it is still a work in progress like most of my work. i will post a little every other day that way it will give me time to work on my quizilla stuff and stuff for my friends as well. it's called a new beginning. tthis will be page one. at the moment i have three pages and will have to work on it to keep regular posts. i advize you to copy paste it onto word or something to read it that way you can read at whatever pase and backread or something that is what i do. well enjoy.

The darkness had always intrigued me. It had always been a place of mystery and adventure. A time, were sleep seldom came. Tonight was no difference. I lay awake in my bed. I tried to sleep. Closing my eyes and lying there but it did not help. I got up and roamed my house. I could hear my parent’s television and see the dim light it cast into the hall. I went back to my room just in case they were awake. Again I tried to sleep. I lay there for what seemed like an eternity and still could not rest. It was getting late and I knew that I would have to be getting up early but that didn’t matter. Once again I got up to roam the house. My parent’s television was still on. I silently crept to their door and look in. They are asleep. Dad gives off a loud snore as I slowly close their door. I wonder around a little more and finally decide I will go out side. I knew of all the weird things that a have been happening at night but that just fueled my curiosity more. I quietly walk down stairs. I am aware of all the noise I make. I hear the door creek as I slowly open it. I pray that my parents don’t wake up. I slide out the little crack I make and am gone. I plan to come back when the sun starts to rise and to get a little sleep. This way my parents will never know that I went out. I wonder through the dark streets. It is surprisingly crowded. I slip into a group of people about my age and join in with their conversation. No one notices that I don’t belong. I don’t stay with them long soon I am bored with them and slip out to explore on my own. I walk through many crowded until I find some more deserted one. I wonder happily through them and take in all the sites, sounds, and smells around me. It was great. I loved the feeling of freedom and peace it gave me just to be out there. Just before daybreak I start to head home. As I wonder past I bar I stop to look in. there are many people in there. Some stop and look at me. One guy in particular catches my attention. His eyes mesmerize me for a second but break the steady gaze as someone runs into me. I turn and leave. As I continue the walk home I can’t shake the feeling that I am being watched. I sudden sound startles me and I turn around quickly. Nothing is there but shadows. I turn around and walk a little quicker to my house. I arrive home shortly and open the front door just enough for me to slip in. as I close it I hear a noise again. It is a loud clattering noise. Gazing out the door I see a cat run into the shadows of a near by ally. A cat just knocked over a garbage can I tell myself and slowly shut the door. I went up the stairs and slowly crept past my parent’s room. They were both snoring and the television was still on. They never even knew that I went out I thought to myself as I went into my room and shut the door. I changed into some pajamas so they wouldn’t be able to tell I was gone last night and went to bed. I woke up the next morning to the sound of mom in the kitchen. I got dressed and went down to get breakfast. Did you sleep well she asked as I walked into the dinning room. So she really didn’t know that I went out I thought to myself gleefully. Yes, very, I answered her. I was on able to sneak out for the next couple of days it seemed as if my parents were planning on becoming night owls or something. From what I could tell the stayed up talking most of the night. The caught me up checking on them once. I was able to make up a quick lie and told them that I was having a hard time sleeping. Dad gave me some sleeping pills that the doctor had given him a while back and watched me take hem. The things worked and I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. The first night I took the pills was one of the most restful nights of sleep I had ever gotten. I did not dream but that did not bother me because I didn’t dream al that often. The next day dad gave me the pills again and again watched me take them. This time the sleep was not that pleasant, I tossed for most of it in a restless sleep. I had dreams of silvery eyes watching me and of blood. I would wake up in a cold sweat only to be put back to sleep into the same dream. My parents played it off saying that it was just a bad dream and that I had always had them and as true as that was this seemed to be more then a dream. I went a week on the pills dad gave me and then he stopped giving them to me. He thought that they were giving me the dreams and for all I knew they were. All I knew was that they had started the night after I went out and after going out that one night I desperately wanted to go out again and the need to sneak out grew more with each day that I was unable. The night dad stopped giving me the piles again they stayed up all night. When I fell asleep waiting on them and I again had the dream. I was still totally sleepy when it came time to get up but I went about my day normally and was not even tired until about noon. I took a quick nap in my fifth period history class and was wide-awake by the end of school. I went out with some of my friends shopping after school and found a couple of new outfits. I planned on wearing one out tonight when I went out. I got home and went through my purchases. I decided to wear a red and black strapless corset top and a pair of black jeans, which had a red vain design. I would wear my knee-high boots and pull my hair up into a kind of sixties messed up look. I would were my make up dark and my crescent and star pendant necklace. I set my clothes out on my desk and slightly covered them so that anyone snooping would just over look them as just a messy pile. I acted as normal as I could so no one would be suspicious of me. Doing my chores but complaining as I did them. Getting ready for school and whining about having to go to bed even though I wasn’t sleepy. When my parents finally got me to go to be I could tell that they were totally tired and I knew they would be out very quickly.
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