"Do I have a word in here?", Lisa shouted through the high volume. I turned it down but my eyes remained glued to the screen."I told you about the dinner with Amanda", she yelled, "Any valid explanation for not changing yet?"."I didn't like it!", I seldom say a whole sentence."You better go else this is on you", she waved, "No computer for a month!"."This isn't fair!", I protested.She smiled victoriously.I half-heartedly clambered upstairs and scowled at the stupid thing waiting for me on my bed.A floral frock in red, yellow and orange.I pulled it down and spun as I saw my reflection, flashing my legs through it as it suspended. I looked so behaved and nice."What a trap!", I thought.I had a sudden impulse to show it to Lisa. Not for her wet kisses but that way I can debt her. She'll have to do something for me cause I did what she said.I smiled as I made my way to her room. It was at the end of the short hall. It was dark and I had to fumble along the wall, unable to find t
His voice sent shivers to my spine. He wants me. Wants me desperately .She couldn't have just vanished in the thin air. Find her!'I peeked out to see her face still bloodied. He looked so barbarous and choppy.Why is he so beside himself?What does he want ?' Phew!, I breathed as they prowled out to search me. I'm alone again. The hours passed,Waiting and thinking grievously.My stomach ached so violently,like my acid is now dissolving it's walls. It bubbled like a giantgrowling. I thought of diverting my attention, singing in whispers.After sunset I shoved up. It's time.I couldn't feel my legs but I got on them anyway. Ignoring the pain shooting up and down my body. I brushed myself off, my clothes were damp from sweat and barn dirt.A huge red ball of sun still hung low in the sky.The air carried an evening coolness. Sweet corn's smell struck my nostrils. I staggered out, adjusting my eyes to the darkness.Almost losing my balance, I sucked in a deep, delicious breath of air
I rang the bell. I heard it chime, once, twice, thrice in my house. No reply. I stumbled off the front stoop and made my way to the back. The kitchen door was locked too. I knocked on it, loudly.I pressed my forehead against the glass on the door and peered in. She's not home, I realized.I backed away from the door and darted around the steps. The window, it's open. I squeezed and dropped myself in on the sink. Everything stood in dark. The linoleum floor squeaked with my dirty sneakers.I felt drowsy from the sleeplessness. I stepped up the stairs and leaning on the knob, I pushed the door open, all the way and just flopped on the inviting bed.I awoke in the afternoon, feeling a little steadier. I hung my legs down. The air felt so suffocating. I traipsed past my dirty clothes, lying on the floor.I brushed the sour taste from my mouth. Slapped the dirt off my face and neck and stared at my reflection awkwardly.Is this me?The split up lip. The swelled eye. The blood-smeared nos
I pushed against the door, the glass on it rattled.It took Lydia long to chew on my words and now finally I'm out. It's late and I was drenched in sweat. My body is preparing itself for the ordeal I'm about to commit.My ponytail had come undone but I made no effort to fix it. "It's late!", I murmured.Under the glare of the street lights, I was gasping for air. My chest heaved up and down as I crossed the street, running as fast as I could to reach my house.Over the front lawn, the grass of Mrs. Jefferson was freshly mowed, moist and sharp blades stuck to my sneakers as I ran.Merissa's room was dark and dormant as a crypt. My searchlight streamed over her dusty window, illuminating her. Her face was in a peaceful repose as she slept on her left side facing me. For a moment, I thought she's staring at me but her eyes are shut."Time to confront your demons, baby".I clicked my light off, silently put dropped it down on the other side and jumped in the window. Then I darted towards
Too much. Too much for my ears. I pressed them shut."She passed over me for that asshole, so I killed her... No heat, no heartaches!".He seemed crazy, he is a psycho, I reminded myself. Your father is a psycho. This thought, this sick thought that whom I've been considering my father, isn't my father is enough to drain blood from my body. His blood from my body.I felt like being ran over by a stampede. I stumbled towards the stairs not dating to see the man behind me who just confessed he's my father. He continued to laugh behind me. I heard him laughing and stomping on the blood-soaked camisole he threw.I hauled myself up the stairs, rushing and tripping over many.His words rang in my ears.Elijah Miller. Elijah Miller.I killed her. I killed her.I staggered and dragged myself to the rear end of the hallway. I couldn't breathe in the humid morning air and I began with the long, painful cry.Bowling out, I bumped into a guy and stared at his unshaven mouth, opening wide as if he
"I'm not his daughter!", I howled again through my sore throat."I'm not!... I'm not!".Elijah Miller. Steady. Elijah Miller. His voice floated up.I started kicking the air in fury. I'm losing my sanity.I let out a sob as chubby hands wrapped my shoulders. Then they smacked and dragged me to the floor."Let me go!", I shrieked.I started kicking harder and attempted to kick the person too. Then I struggled to get my arms free, thrashing them hard.I kicked the person and turned to see with anger.I gasped in shock and dread as I saw the gingery wild hair."Merissa!", I choked out."How? How? It can't be you.... I killed you. I killed you!", I shouted at her.She narrowed her eyes at me coldly then I heard the door behind her."Eva!", she breathed in relief, "Thank heavens you're here!".She leave me.I went serene, gaping at her with caught breath."What's wrong?", Eva approached me to touch my bandage."I've had enough with her hallucinations! I can't take it anymore!"."Why? What
“It’s taking him forever!” I moaned while tracing my index on the circle of my flute.One thing I hate the most on this crazy planet is “the waiting”.I deepened my fork prong inside the white linen tablecloth. “Probably be using you by now” I whispered to it and it glistened back winking at me.I held my panging stomach. It’s nearing six in the evening and I haven’t eaten since breakfast. My gut is hollowed and churning.“That’s it!” If he comes and if it seems a crime to order without him then let it be, it’s his fault.I ordered a mousse and a coffee. I was convinced that now he’ll crash in anytime.Skimming the place around, I’m feeling so bashful, so red faced. Say hi to my rash. You see, it comes whenever I feel like Steve has chucked me out or Steve is seeing some other girl or maybe he forgot he has a girlfriend.I sighed; these thoughts are really whelping whenever I feel like torturing myself. And I do this over and over picturing every minute detail till my head hurts like
I surveyed the pub, everyone is wiggling, the lights chase the bodies below, pointing a hint of people’s movements.I bustled between them. Gulping from the flask the sweet, sweet champagne which spills a little. The silver minidress I’m wearing resembles the disco ball above. Shining green and purple with the lights like a chameleon.I peered at a boy smiling at a girl my age and then he stretched his arm around her waist. The girl nodded and he ushered her to the back door. I take my plotting eyes away.It reminds me of Steve.How we used to go clubbing, we’d make complete fool out of ourselves, we’d chuckle on other people’s stupid dance moves, we kissed and drunk and then he’d take me to his place and make love.I’m missing those bright green eyes with a hint of yellow in them, the way they glowed luminously at me.Everything used to be so beautiful. Like in fairytales. W