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
Flitting through the fields I let the warmth rush through my nostrils. I keep my eyes shut and get carried away.The gruff surfaces of wheat tickle my hands, I felt heavenly.Flying through them, another warm sweep fluttered my dress. The ethereal light felt so welcoming.The crops caressed me, one by one. I hummed with the breeze."Elijah!", a sweet voice called me.I searched around bewildered."Come here!".My ears directed the sound.I gawped at Lisa, who spread her arms wide, slowly."Come, baby!", her voice resonated."Come!", she said again.My cheek curled to one sound.Abruptly, low growls echoed, surrounding me. Lisa looked woeful.The growls grew louder. Blood started thrumming in my ears. Thick and hot."H-help me!", I stammered."Help yourself"I gasped awake, panting hard.My breath hitched. Trying to drag my heart in place, I wiped sweat off my forehead with my sleeve. It felt scratchy."Ah, I didn't change clothes. What the hell happened last night?".The whole nigh
I'm sat outside his window and I'm drunk again. Too drunk to remember why I'm sat outside HIS house's window. But I'm armed. I have a gun and some other stuff. Maybe if I'll wait I'll know why.I peeped in again. The sweat on my face is starting to get thicker and my breath is getting hotter.He leaped down to grab the bottle as I heard the bathroom door."Better be off!", Kayla walked out. She's prettier than me. She's all chill. I envy quickly. Jealousy hits me, something green and thick in my blood.I thought of getting my eyes away from her as I can't stand her looks. Instead, I gazed at his translucent eyes, narrowing as he smiled at her.How lucky she is! I almost cry while being drunk and sick.He is a paradigm of a beautiful man."You think I'll let you go?", he smirked.God! He smirked at her. I love him when he smirks like that.He relinquished the wine as he traipsed to stand behind her. I watched his fingers sliding around her waist.Deeply inhaling in her neck, he nuzzle