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I woke up to hear an annoying sound pounding in my ears. At first I thought it was my mother yelling at Gabriella because she didn't vaccume, but then I listened harder. It sounded out of place. I sat up in my bed and the first thing I saw was a head full of tangles. I had forgot I'd moved my mirror to the end of my bed. Wow, I look like something from a Steven King novel. Scary. So, I stretched and yawned and when my bare feet hit the cold, tile floor, I had a chill run up my spine. I walked closer to my bedroom door and when my hands reached the handle and I began to turn, I realized that it was mom crying.
I twisted the handle and walked out into the large living room to notice that it wasn't my mother: it was Gabriella. I saw an officer sitting across the dining room table, patting her eyes with a hankerchief before blowing her nose with it. It was truly disgusting. My mind didn't register the other three people sitting at the table until I was almost done pouring the milk into my bowl. Curtis, Isaiyah, and Gabby were sitting side by side on the other side of the table. Isaiyah, releasing silent sobbs and Curtis, patting Gabby's back. She sounded like a dying horse.
By now, I knew something had to be wrong because I saw silent, quiet tears fell down Curtis's cheeks and hit the glass table. And let me tell you something: He never cries. This man had a heart as strong steel, but was as soft, caring and warm as a summer breeze in the middle of July. I felt like something was missing. I franticly begna to look around the room for my mother, but she wasn't there.
"She's not here," I heard Isaiyah say between sobbs. At first I thought he was lying: Ofcourse she had to be home. I know she did. But I took a second look around and he was right: she wasn't here. "Then where is she?"
When I asked Gabriella began to cry loud, almost yelling. When I looked at the officer and saw her torn face, that's when it hit me.
My mother wasn't coming home. She was never going to say goodbye to me agian. But then a worst thought hit me. I would never hear her say 'I love you' too me agian. I honestly don't remember the last time she told me she loved me. And now I know I will never hear her say it to me ever agian. We don't have many pictures of her or video tapes or recordings. I missed her already. I heard a loud crashing sound but my mind didn't really register it. My only thoughts beloged to my mother. The one that I'm never going to see agian.
She was dead. I didn't care how she died. It was just the fact that I would never hear her voice say 'I love you' too me agian. I feel empty inside. Despite all her yelling, she was really the closest person to me. I don't know how I was going to get through this. It feels like all of time stoped. Soon I found my self on the floor crying worse then my sister. Those painful words hit me dead center.
'She's not here'
I was lying in a puddle of milk and tears with bits and pieces of lucky charms surrounding me. I felt wet and sticky. I didn't want to move. Curtis said I had to get to the table to talk to the officer about all the horrible information about how she died. I didn't feel like moving. And if I did move it felt like I was lying in a bed of needles. It was truly painful. I think the death of my mother caused me some physical pain, for some strange reason.
In since I was in too much pain to move, they waited for me to stop squalling before bringing the officer over to me to explain to me how she died. I don't see what the point of waiting for me to stop crying before telling me was because I just began to cry even louder.
Apparhently, one of her high heels that she wore to work were faulty and snapped, causing her to fall three flights down the stairs of the building because the elevators had to be shut down for maintance. We had the choice to sue the people that sol her the shoe the the people who owned the building she died in. I thought it was quite ridiculous. When she fell down the stairs, her neck snapped in three different places. Truthfully, I didn't know how that was possible but it had to be because it happened to my mother.
I had a permant grudge agianst God. He's the d**k that took my mother's life. She didn't do anything bad. She never sinned. The police think it was just an accident and that none of this was intentional. I didn't believe one word the po-po said. Not since then.
Starting from that moment on, I never wanted to even look at a cop car. I never want to have to dial 911.
Stupid Almighty Power. From that moment on, I swore to God that I wouldn't be one of his 'Servants'. I hated that man. The man that took my mother's life.
Yeah, I know: You probably think of me as a pathetic human that will be damned to hell for not believing in him. Oh well.
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Curtis let me cry myself to sleep in that dreadful puddle. When I awoke, I smelled like sour milk and soggy lucky charms. I imediately went to the shower. I didn't even take off my clothes when I jumped in. The water was freezing at first then burning and after a couple of moments it was just right. As my clothes obsorbed the water that ran down my body, I felt the fabric stick to my skin. It felt like a crawling feeling. I felt like I had no choice but to peel them from my body. Before I knew it I had a pile of pajama's in the corner of my small shower.
Reaching for the shampoo, my mind floated toward the agony I had for my mother. I began to sob even before I could make it to the shampoo. I fell to the floor and crawled into a little ball, crying into my knees. As I sat there, I could feel the hot water heater go out and the water turn ice cold. That just made me curl into a tighter ball. Attempting to concentrate on the water flowing down my body, I felt an unusual feeling, like something crawling up my body. I lifted my head andlooked down my leg to see a large rose hair tarantula crawling up my leg. I screamed like there was no tomorrow. Franticlly slapping my leg, I unravelled myself and ran out side. I didn't even have time to grab a towel before I was screaming Isaiyah's name.
"Isaiyah, get it off! Get it off me; now!" He rushed out of his room like a bolt of lightning. He stood above me with his hands in a readied position to kill what ever it was he had to kill.
"Where is it? What am I looking for? Tell me Falicity!" He said frantically. His eyes dashing. They reminded me of something looking for it's prey so it can devour it. In a single bite.
I fell on the floor with my stomach touching the cold tile. "Spider. Spider! Get! It! Off! It's on my leg, Saiyah. I want it gone. I want it gone." That was the only thing I could say before the sobbs engulved me. Once agian, I laid on the ice cold tile floor crying. Just naked this time with a giant rose hair tarantula.
Isaiyah checked me and found no spider so went to go look in me bathroom and bed room to make sure it didn't go anywhere else. I couldn't help but to feel so helpless laying there. My brother was having to check my room for a spider while I laid there looking like an idiot crying my eyes out.
A few minutes later, he comes out with a wad of toilet paper and I don't question what's in it. "The coast is clear." He says. My sobbs secced and i'm able to think clearly.
"Are you positive?" I asked. I really wasn't in the mood to walk away from this nice cold floor. Because I can feel it, I know I'm alive, even though I was really dead inside.
He nodded, and because he was my older brother and was always there for me, I knew I could trust him. "Come on, Falicity. Get off the floor. your going to get a cold."
"No, I won't." I disagreed.
"Yes, you will. Get up before I pull you up."
"But it's the only thing, letting me know I'm alive. I don't wanna." Finally, he gave a distressed sighed and walked back to his room, leaving on the floor.
As my mind began to race, my eye lids felt heavy and just I had to sleep.
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I was running, but I didn't know where to. I looked around and all I saw were broken items surrounding me. I felt like I was in a desert with no water, no food, no friends, no mother. I began to sobbed as I felt my insides twist and turn at that thought; before you knew it I was running faster then any gold medal olypian. I screamed as I felt the tears run down my face and then whiped them off knowing, that I was stronger than that. I looked to see were I was running when I began to see an unusual looking vague object in the distance. Beginning to slow, I began to observe it more closely.
When I approached it, I discovered it was a desk with a book on it. It seemed to be the only thing in this wasteland that wasn't broken. The tittle of the book was 'Good Book'. I opened it and read the first page. "Wow. I wonder who gave the bible such a fancy name," I thought said to myself, "Good book? Huh, what ever. More like Stupid Book," I said to myself. I knocked the book off the desk and the drak orange sky went black. I coul;dn't see a thing until the ground I was standing on turned white. I looked down and took a step back. I began to look around me, franticlly, not knowing where I was or what to do. Did I cause this? Did I do something wrong? What happened?
"No. You did not cause this. You didn't do somehting wrong. You know exactly what happened. And you know you do." I heard an unfamiliar voice say. I walked backward, guessing that there was some one infront of me.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I played stupid. It as right. And the sad things is. I bet it knows it's right too.
"Ofcourse, I know I am right. I am always right. Smart girl." I could hear the pride in it's voice.
The sound of a light giggle floated in the air. By that, I could tell it was a girl. I noticed a small white dot float down from the darkness that was once the dark orange sky that lead me here. I watched as it floated right infront of me. It looked like those orbs you see gypsies use, but it looked like it was filled with white mist and bits of blue glitter. I couldn't help but to stare.
"Stop staring at me; you are making me nervous." It said. I noticed that as soon as it made sound it vibrated just like the human voice box. "So, what about it?" I was beginning to believe this thing could read my thoughts. "Well, duh. What else can I do if not read your thoughts." I was really starting to get scared. "Calm down, everthing will be just fine."
"Will you just stop doing that already?!" I cried out loud. It was really starting to bug me that she could read my thought. That's my private space and no one could do anything about it.
"Fine, fine. Just stop yelling. Jeez. Cranky." It mumbled and then give a sigh.
"Uh, what are you exactly?" I asked as I began to reach out and touch it, but it evaded me and some how ended up behind me, "Do not touch me!"
I turned around to see a little girl that looks about nine standing infront of me. She wore what looked like a tutu and strapless corset with tights and balle shoes and she had very pale looking skin. Everything she wore was white with blue glitter on it. She had blue glitter around her eyes and white lipstick. Her hair looked platinum white and she had a soft blue bow in her hair holding it up in a bun. She glowed white in the darkness. "Hi ya!" She smiled.
It's not every day you see some one like her standing infront of you in pure darkness. And I mean pure darkness. The little bit of light that was under me disappeared as the strange girl spoke. She sound just like that orb.
"Correcto moondo! See I knew you vere smart girl. See? Told you, Dmitri!" The girl shouted. She waved to somebody standing behind me, so I turned around only to see an orb that looked just like the one from earlier but with red glitter instead of blue.
"Achoo!" I turned around to see the girl rubbing her nose, and then she sniffed a little. "I'm sorry. I chave been chaving sniffies lately." She said with a broad, white smile.
"Excuse you." I said, a small timid smile compared to hers.
"You should stop sneezing, you sound like four year old when you do it." I heard a young male voice say, "And you look like one too." he said with a chuckle.
I turned only to notice a boy that was staring me in the eyes; just like the girl, he too appeared out of nowhere. He looked like an exact replica of the girl but tall. Taller then me even and in a tuxedo with dress shoes. He had red glitter just like the girl had blue glitter and when I looked into his eyes, I saw the most shocking red eyes ever. He had red glitter on his cheeks and he was so pale that he didn't even need white lipstick to make his lips look lik hers. I revolved around to look at the girl and realized she had soft blue eyes. Theye were almost mesmerizing. They looked like twins, almost, except they were totally different hiegths. She had to be atleast four foot one and he had to be at most six foot five. I couldn't help but look between the two.
"Well, I vould not look so short if you did not look so tall!" she giggled and stuck out her tongue.
"Well, I vould not look so tall if you did not look so short!" He chuckled and stuck out his tongue. When the two began to argue with each other it wasn't until then that I realized they had an accent. I just couldn't tell what type.
"Russian. You love Russia, rememeber?" The two said in unison. And that was when I began to feel so out of place here. Where was I agian? I don't think I ever knew.
"Your Conscience." The boy told me.
"Stop doing that, Dmitri! She does not like it!" Said the girl.
"Her name is Rada."
"And his name is Dmitri."
"And I think I've gone crazy!" I yelled. I couldn't believe it. This is my Conscience? How annoying.
"That is because this is the you you keep holding back. Come on. Let us free. You know you vant to." She said with the most cunning yet elegant smile ever.
I was almost about to say yes until I took grasp on the situation.
"No!" I declared. Who was I too give up myself to be these super happy cheerful beings? I didn't want to be that. I loved being the calm, logical me that I was. And, besides, how could they change me? This is only my conscience.
"Yes, but we have more power then you vould expect." Dmitri said. He placed his hands in his pockets and walked around to the side of Rada, who mindlessly placed her wieght on one foot and leaned side ways some what. She smiled and put her hands behind her back and said, "Vhether you vant to or not, it is going to happen." The two looked at each other and I felt like there was a secret being told that I didn't know about.
"Okay. Fine. This isn't happening. This isn't my consience. And You people are not real." I said with a smile that contradicted my words. And obviously they knew that because they smiled at each other before he chuckled and she giggled. I only sighed and looked around me until I remember that the only thing was those two because they were the only bright things in here. That wasn't fair. I was stuck in my own mind with out a way out. How pathetic was I?
"You vant out?" I heard Rada say, "I can get you out." She smiled that smile one smiles when they know they're about to do something bad and get away with it with out any punishment or problems at all. I was puzzled when I looked at her.
What was about to happen Know one would have expect from a small girl like here.
When ever her hands came out from behind her back, she was carry an axe with a white stainless steel blade and handle.. It was covered with blue and red glitter. The beauty of the weapon distracted me. When she raised it high above her head and swung that object at me, I was half a second late to move it and she got me square in the right shoulder. The power of the swing made me loose me balance and therefore I stumbled backwards. I had to pretend that I was on a balance beam so I wouldn't fall on my bottom. It wasn't until I found myself grasping for air did I realize the impact knocked the air out of me.
"What- What did you do that for?!" I exclaimed, more shocked then ever.
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 - eat my FAGGiT - · Tue Jun 16, 2009 @ 11:43pm · 0 Comments |
