She wasn't real

A Story by Jazzbear

This door seemed to be screaming my name. I looked around to see if anyone was watching me look at the door like a crazy person. But not a soul lurked around the eerie door. It was blue and scratched and the walls around it were torn down and cracked. The paint around was faded and run down. Now I know it’s a bad idea to go unknown places alone so that’s why I video called my friend Maria.

"So you want to go through this door, but are too scared to do it yourself?"

"Yep."

"I'm down."

Quite honestly I didn’t think it would be anything important to my everyday life or something like a wrinkle through time. But there was a large part of me that wondered if I was about to walk through the door that lead to a gang hideout. Now I'm guess I was thinking for much too long because Maria was looking at me crazily is that a bad thing? Maybe.

"Huh?"

" Maria I said your name like 12 times!"

"Oh I ah.. Sorry Maria."

"So uh do you have your car?"

"Um why wouldn't I?"

..oh right " Ok so want to go right now?"

"I guess, see you soon."

"Ok bye."

Me and Maria are both 16 with brown hair and blue eyes, and both 5'7. I look out the window in my driveway to see her car. I run down the black stairs and look at the blue walls of my house. Blue and black. When I get out and in her car.

"I'm driving." She looks at me and shrugs.

"Whatever." Then the devil himself comes along. Damen. He is 17 6 foot black hair eyes and soul. He walks up to the car.

"Her freak, who you talking to? Another looser?" I look at him as I pull out of the driveway. Ignoring him, and head out towards the forest. After about 10 minutes Maria says, "Nice." Then trumps up the radio. The song that comes on is our song. If only it didn’t come one. I smiled and looked at her for 1 second. Not enough time. It shouldn’t have happened. Not then. I didn’t see the car for one second.