A Deranged Medium (Unfinished, goes with Chapter one of A Bullet Can't Kill)

It wasn't what I expected. That's for sure. The cream colored paint sparked my attention, capturing the light. The crystal glass windows shielded the sun, shining the rays throughout the yard. Which brought me to my next observation. The grass was neatly cut, layered and forest green. Everything was insanely perfect. It was so odd. After coming from a constructed, Victorian home, this was almost too urban. Freshly built houses lined the knitted street, making me feel instantly claustrophobic.

“Help with the bags!” Called my mom from the side of the large Uhaul truck.

My arms ached with the urge to throw each and every single brown box across the room and just give up. The last box that belonged to me lay heavily in my arms, weighing them down slightly. I could feel the desperation, the need to set this box down and be done. As my fingers let the small box slip to the ground, I turned to scan my room. Dim light shown through the multi-paneled window, illuminating the small room with a clean blanket of light. The comfy, light beige carpet squished and molded to my feet whenever I took a step. Lining my window was a small, carpeted window seat that looked rather inviting. After stepping over my mattress to reach it, I sat down on the window seat, peering out through the window at the people walking down the sidewalk. It was an annoying view. How could they be so happy when the lives around them could be taken away at any moment? Why did they feel the need to rub it in the rest of our faces? A tinge of jealousy grabbed at my insides, churning them.

I instantly turned my attention away from the window, having done such a ritual many times before. When things got to that point, I had an alternative now. I grabbed the thick, black book from my bag and hopped down from the window seat onto the mattress before me. The small black printings of the book filled my craving for a distraction almost perfectly; before I knew it, my eyes were shutting against their own will and captivating me in a deep, exhausting slumber.

The bright blood-red light flashed anxiously within arms reach. My fingers round their way around and grasped idly around the tiny silver phone. It had been weeks since I had charged my phone since I hadn't had a use for it. Moonlight probed aimlessly through the window, making my eyes squint ever so slightly. My fingers yanked at the phone, flipping the screen open. “Voice Mail” flashed across the blinding screen. I quickly pressed on the talk key, listening intently on the other end. “Hey babe – called to say I love you...Miss you! See you tonight. Can't wait! But remember – It's a surprise, so don't even try to ask what's going to happen!” His voice chuckled quietly through the small speaker. 'BEEP! This message was dated December 16th – Would you like to save or delete this voice message?' The tiny voice on the other end rattled on.

Tears welled up in my eyes. My insides were falling apart. A blade was being run over every inch of my skin as my heard skidded to a complete stop. I gasped at the air, trying to breath....trying to feel. In that moment, I could remember his every smell; his every emotion. If only he saw me like this...he would pull me into his arms, press his soft lips to my neck and tell me that he was always there for me. Now, he never would be. How could he break his promise? Tears ran silently over my flushed cheeks, soaking my hand in the foggy liquid. I would never feel the warmth of his fingers on my skin, his fever warm breath against my neck, or those three words that my broken heart ached so intently for. He was gone forever.

A Bullet Can't Kill (Unfinished, Prologue)

The rain sprinkles puddles of liquid around my bare feet. Off in the distance, a hawk screeches, echoing loudly in my ear. Deep within the dark sky, the clouds veil the midnight darkness. My hair is wet against my back. Hairs on my arms stand slowly, as a gentle breeze bites at my skin. A flash of neon white light burns my eyes and sparks iridescently across the glaring surrounding windows. Birds idly dance in the treetops on the soft green leaves. Mud splatters onto my bare legs, leaving a dark bruised stain. I see a man. He is but a white light. Human, maybe? I couldn’t believe I was questioning this. The light radiating off his skin was throbbing opaque as I stepped backwards slightly. He smiles but once, devious beneath the dim overshadow from his skin. Red glistens on his sharp, carving like teeth, visible even from here. The speed at which he ran at me was ostentatious. When I blinked, pulling my lids up in a quick flutter, he was suddenly atop of me, teeth inches from my neck. His eyes, demon black, thirsty.

A Bullet Can't kill (Unfinished, chapter one)

I ran the tips of my fingers against the luxurious frame, dust framing the edges of my hand. This was my consolation, my protection. Up here, no one could find me. This thought, however, didn't seem to brighten my mood hardly at all. I tried so desperately to feel something; despair? Loneliness? Even his presence was non-existent. He was really gone... The tears that filled the brims of my dark eyes spilled over, dripping heavily on the frame as I choked out a few unheard screams. No one could hear me up here, I was positive. Falling to my knees, my fists balled up as I rocked back and forth, my arms grasped tightly around my knees. Small pieces of auburn strands stuck to my face as I gently peeled away my hair from my damp face. The tears didn't stop. I couldn't comprehend the fact that I wouldn't ever talk to him again. His heart would never beat the same, his flesh would die away in the past, his presence would fade.

The soft footsteps of an unknown intruder became more and more persistent as they reached the edge of the grand staircase, lingering in front of the small door. Suddenly, I heard a man grumble something incoherent as he idly fumbled with the door handle. It wasn't locked...but only I knew how to open it. Just a trick I learned while coming up here so often. I bit my lip anxiously, trying to whip away the loose tears and stood up shakily. As I got to my feet, I heard the man push harder against the door; I knew if he wasn't more careful, he'd surely break the door into pieces. This house wasn't the newest one on the block.

Step, by careful step, I walked to the door, trying to wash off the tears on my way. I knew he was one of them. One of the guys my mom had payed to help pack up our house. In a matter of hours, I would be in a cramped mini van on my way to Connecticut. I sighed reluctantly, grasping the door handle with both of my hands and yanked towards the left. The door immediately swung open, presenting a shocked man. “Oh, I'm sorry Miss,” He stuttered hurriedly in anticipation, “You're mother said to pack up the rest of the frames and candles in here,” He admitted, looking dumbstruck as he eyed me skeptically. Clearly, he was wondering what a teenage girl could possibly doing in an attic by herself. I didn't want to think of the possibilities that were now running through his head. I had to force a smile on my lips before I could talk. I knew that if I didn't fake it now, the tears would start again..and someone was bound to hear me this time. “No, no, it's fine. I probably shouldn't be up here anyway,” Though I knew no one could stop me even if they wanted to. This was my area of consolation.

Before he could answer me, I ran past him and the trail of boxes behind him towards my room. Slamming the door quietly behind me, I clasped the lock over the bolt and slipped to the floor. My head lay in my hands, but no tears came. It was as if the numbness had captivated every inch of my porcelain body, grasping and gnawing at my insides till I felt nothing but the tearing of a silent pain.






Idea: Past boyfriend died, she couldn't tell her parents..too much to keep in. Went to the funeral by herself. New boy; different, or the same? Talks to her through the medium of her thoughts.


Chapter one: The move;


I took in a deep breath and stood there, eyes closed. I felt the prickle of sanity as the air engulfed itself through my tenants, my lungs, through my whole body making me feel whole. It was all I could do from crying my way out of the room. Boxes that were strewn and clattered throughout my large room all had already been thrown onto the moving truck. My hands wound their way around the last one, not even a box at all. A simple black bag carrying my ipod, books, and a few snacks for the way down. Turning my back on my door, I stole one last glance at my vacant room and gulped. “This is it,” I muttered to myself quietly, and turned on heel out of the door.

“Honey, let's go!” My mom patted my back gently, smiling warmly. I couldn't believe she was actually happy about ruining my existence. She held the van's sliding door open for me, wearing that same big, cheesy grin. I rolled my eyes and hopped in, jumping in the back. “Ouch! Careful where you step, retard,” Chris mumbled, frowning as he rearranged his blanket on his lap. “Watch your language, Chris,” My mom warned, starting the car. This was going to be a fun ride, I thought reluctantly.

“We're finally here,” My mom almost called in pure joy. My hand instinctively went up to my face to rub my eyes as I squinted to see the house through the bright sun coming through the windshield. Apparently, I had fallen asleep. Chris was snoring in the front of me, looking more than peaceful. I sighed, and shoved his shoulder as he batted my hand away and turned on his side and began snoring again. “Whatever, don't wake up then,” I mumbled, grabbing my bag, and jumping over him as I opened the sliding van door and stepped into the bright sunlight.

Vehement

Frost created a parasol over the thickly grown trees as I walked about. An eerie feeling knotted itself in the pit of my stomach as my hand clasped tightly in his. I trusted him. As I felt the warmth travel from his hand to mine, I smiled graciously at him. He smiled warmly back, sending my heart into a non-stop aching frenzy. The sound of leaves crunching beneath my feet was vehement as I tried to concentrate on my surroundings. Vincent promised me that it was a surprise, and as I looked up at him, I could see that I couldn't possibly love a person more. My fingers ached to be on his face, through his hair, to hold him in my arms. Vincent stopped us a few feet from a dark building. The windows were tattered and broken into large shards. Black, ruined stones made the foundation of the tiny, closet like building. I tangled my fingers in his as an unknown fear instilled itself into my mind. I couldn't recognize anything! “Where are we?” My voice rang with uncertainty. A shy smile curled his lips. He bent down slowly to press his lips gently on my forehead, pressing a finger to my lips, silencing me. And for a moment, nothing in the world existed except for us two. Abruptly, he pushed me away as regret crossed his features. “I shouldn't be doing this here,” He kept saying as he shook his head and stared off into the distance. His mind was obviously else where, I thought reluctantly. “What is it?” I cried, clinging to his arm as he refused to drop his stern gaze from the small, dark path ahead. The bushes swayed slightly with an unknown presence. Vincent's body suddenly went tense; his muscles rigid with agitation. “No!” he shouted, placing his body between mine and a dark figure as it loomed out of the dark bushes, presenting itself in a ghostly manner. I bit my lip from fear as a small drop of blood formed and threw itself down my chin. The man in front of us wielded a large, dark cloak, concealing his face from us. From the shine of the distant moonlight, layers of light shot the figure, enhancing a most gruesome sight. I screamed out in agonized fear. His teeth were sharp and pointed, rounded with a layer of fresh blood. His half visible smile mocked us as it ran forward and sunk his teeth into Vincent's neck. I watched, paralyzed as my boyfriend's blood drained endlessly from his limp body. I cried and screamed, but nothing could bring my distant thoughts back to reality. “Run Emily!” He whispered, his once beautiful voice raspy with no emotion. I did the only thing I could, ran as fast as my frozen feet would go; leaving behind my entire life as tears streamed down my face. My heart was tearing but no one was there to repair it. And no one ever would be.

Introduction

Starting today, this blog will contain only my most beloved short stories I've written over the years. I will not allow anyone to follow this blog or become my friend after posting this blog.
These stories have won prizes, well, some of them.
And numerous poems of mine have won prizes.

Right now, I'm going to be posting lots of them today to get them off my flash drive.
Hope you enjoy what you read :)