Slowly I rolled over, Tourniquet blaring on my radio. It had been nine days since that dreaded accident. Nine long days of being locked up in my room. I lifted myself up off my bed and stared at the opposite wall, hatred filling every inch of me. I turned off the radio and returned to my meditative state. Silence, solitude, darkness. Laughter sharply shattered my silence. How could they laugh after what had happened? I hated them. Salty drops of sorrow and hatred mixed together and fell into the silent abyss. I walked slowly towards my mirror and peered out, I couldn't deal with the likes of them today.
I saw him. It had to be him. But, it couldn't be. He wasn't alive anymore. I saw him die. I blinked. He was still dancing in the street. My eyes strained against the screen. How I wished it was truly him. "Annessa." I took a step back. It was his voice. How could it be? My eyes were dry now. Should I be scared? Maybe I was hallucinating. My fingers were stuffed in my ears and I closed my eyes tight and began rocking myself. I couldn't take it. Hearing his voice was the last thing I needed right now.
"It's okay, my precious." I could still hear him. Something cold touched my arm. This wasn't real, it was my imagination. I opened one of my eyes. He was sitting beside me. How had he gotten here? New tears forced their way out. "You're not real!" I choked out, waiting for this apparition to disappear.
"Of course I'm real, silly!" His eyes were still on her. Why wasn't he disappearing?
"No you're not! I saw you die! You are dead!" she sobbed. She threw a shoe at him and watched it soar through him. She watched him blink.
"Yeah, what of it?" he asked and stared her straight in the eyes. "I just missed you, I had to see you once more!"
Author notes
I think I'm addicted to writing short things and leaving it hanging... i should really try to finish up these short things... >.>;
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It is sooo short. I wish it to be long. But love the character and its plot!!!
beginning: 5, language: 1, plot: 2, ending: 3, dialog: 4, characters: 2.
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thanks! one day i will continue on this piece... i have so many to extend on x.x
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Yup
You should try and finish these things. Krysa, are you also obsessed with rooms because you're constantly in your room? lol I DARE you to write something outside your room, outside of Texas, outside of the technological world... lol otherwise the story was good, just short as most of'em are. =p -
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So like, i should write while not in my room?? like... outside my house too?? o.o; maybe i am obsessed.. hmmmmm..
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Oh I likes that a bunches.
That was well written Krysa. I think you should continue them in short chapter like things like that. I really like the way you describe how she does things and the order of it. =)
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Awwwwww. thats sad...Her boyfriend? Thats terrible...and who is laughing? Thats sad!
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ummmm... her family... they are all downstairs... doing something...
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