Screaming Into Pillows.A Chapter by Kelly Catherine.I slept in that same spot for hours until the sun rose. Once I awoke I felt... Strange. Well, stranger than usual. Already I knew, nothing about last night was a dream. My window was open when it hadn't been before. I layed in the same spot as I did when I fell. I was wearing the jacket. I hadn't showered in almost two days so my hair was a disgusting mess. I smelt like a hospital to (Yes- Hospitals have a smell). So, I went and took a shower. About half an hour later I got out and put on a black and white gingham dress. After I went to dry my hair, only, something caught my eye in the mirror. I did a double take looking at myself in the mirror. There were two little red dots, no bigger than the size of a grain of rice each, on my neck. My jaw hung open. I was speechless. "No, no, no, NO! This isn't happening- This isn't real!" I screamed in my head. My eyes stayed glued shut, and I covered my ears with my hands, shaking my head in disagreement with what I'd just seen. I ran my hand over the markings. I could feel them there, they were no illusion. My heartbeat quickened. I ran back into my room and picked up the jacket. I started pulling it, just wishing it would fall apart and disappear. But of course, I had no such luck. The jacket was being shaken around so much, something fell out of the outside pocket. All it was was just a small piece of paper. my anger and confusion was swept over by curiosity. I picked it up off of the floor and unfolded it in my hands. It was a concert ticket from a few nights ago. I had to face the facts- I was there that night with Cody. I was involved. I threw the tickets across the room and picked up a pillow, pressing it against my face. Then I screamed. All that anger I had building up from before was back. I unleashed it into the pillow. © 2009 Kelly Catherine. |
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1 Review Added on August 12, 2009 AuthorKelly Catherine.MAAbout[IMG]http://i388.photobucket.com/albums/oo329/stupiddlaura/wlcome.gif[/IMG] My name is Kelly Catherine. I am 13, going on 14 shortly, if you will. I come here to write, and read others work. Why yo.. more..Writing
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