Tuesday, July 27, 2004

~ Part 11 ~
Heres the next part to my story:

Among the may colored threads that weave togerther ones life. The meeting of two people is part of the pattern of destiny...

In a world balck as night the voice comes forth...

Voice: I detest...

In my mind, 'Who?

Looking around I could see nothing but darkness.

Voice: everything about you, calla...

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

'Thats my voice! I can't talk'

Voice: Don't you think its about time for you to disappear? For both our sakes...

I lifted my hand because of the pain in it. My finger started to crumble.

Voice: A shell like you...

My hand was turning to dust before my eyes. My other hand followed as well. My body looked like it was breaking into pieces of a mirror

Voice: must shadder...

I could feel my body ripping apart... falling apart... into the blackness... but I felt no more pain...

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I sat strait up in bed. Looking at my hand I could feel it pounding, like it really had broken, but was now put back together. Sighing I rested it on my face. inally I looked around the room. It didn't look like my room, but it could be another room in my house. I vagly remember them finding me and picking me up, but that was it. I slowly got out of bed incase any of the guards were waiting for me on the other side of the door. My clothes where none of mine but of a soft velvety fabric. I made my way to the window throug the darkness. 'It must still be night' I concluded. I opened the curtains, looking out on to the yard I gasped. This was NOT my house.

Painic started to rise in my throught. I could bearly see guards standing by the gate but I have never been here before. 'I must have been kidnapped!' My mind started running away with some many different ideas. I heard a noise behind me. So one was on the other side of the door. I crept back to the bed and quickly layed down. I could hear the door open a little. A ray of light crossed my eyes but I didn't flinch. It stayed there for a long while. My heart almost stopped when I heard, who ever it was, talk to another outside.

Person 1: I thought I heard her move but I guess not. (The voice was young and almost kind)
Person 2: Your mind is just playing tricks on you. Shes been out for 3 days. The monitor and all the different scans say shes in coma. (this voice was older and raspier with an edge of tiredness in it)
Person 1: Yeah but...
Person 2: But nothing shes gone so stop thinking she'll wake up.
Person 1: Shes better though. We stop her internal bleeding. She should wake up now...
Person 2: No I don't think so. She has almost no brain activity. Shes half dead only kept alive by our machines...

It was only then that I saw the machnes that he was talking about. My pulse quickened.

Person 2: We moved her from the operating room to slowly take her off each one. After we turn the respirator off she'll died from sufication.
Parson 1: We can't...
Person 2: Shes already dead. Its just her body here now.

I could hear the door slowly shut and there footsteps walking away. 'I'm dead?' I sat up again. The machine must have fallen off when I jerked awake. I felt along my chest and there was some stich work along my breast bone. 'They must have fixed me up... But why?' My head was almost spinning.

I sighed and got back out of bed. I walked to the door, inched it open and peered out. The hallway was dimly lit but there was no one to be seen. I slipped out, closing the door behind me. Making my way down the hall I tryed to make out the pictures on the wall. A sound to my right made me stop. I could hear the two from my room behind the door. I reached out my hand just as the door was being open. I gasped and take a step back.


*Evil laugh* and I'ma end it there! tomorrow you'll get the next part ^-^ til then ttyl!

Kara
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