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~Love to be Damned: Chapter One
I sit here wondering where my future lies. So much has happened at home. Where do I go from here? Who do I turn to? I lie on my bedroom floor wt the sun striking my face, dreaming. What does it mean to dream, for me, oh so complicated. What they really are, cisions. I just say I'm dreaming to convince myself I'm not crazy. All my friends don't believe, and some don't want to believe, but only I konw the truth. "What is so wrong about the truth?" I murmur to myslf, eyes still closed.
"Who are you talking to, Jazz?" John asks. John is the evil creature from the underworld with legs, also known as my little brother. He listens to everything people call him, and follows that example, and he had decided "emo" was his way, such a pathetic lifestyle for a highly social ten-year-old.
"Shut up and go away!" I yell toward my bedroom door. the sudden cahnge of my tone of voice had emerged a pounding in my head. I heard no response. I then resume to my consciousless "dreaming." I feel relaxed, listening to the random sounds of the ouside world through my window. Everything becomes silent, and I drft away, already seeing images.
A strange man appears before me. His face is so unfamiliar. I' at the watertower a couple of blocks away. I recognize it's sky blue pigment. "You will become one of us," the stranger said. I noticed two other people standing behind him. "What do you mean?" I ask. I try speaking again, but he'd waced a hand at my face, and I could speak no longer. He gently moved toward me, and I could only resist, with such a temptation to move. He leaned toward me, and I hear a loud "CRASH!" I wake up from this strange unconsciousness, the source of my "dreaming." I creep our of my bedroom, locking the dorr behind me, and slowly stride down the stairs, peeking over the banister. The trophy case had fallen down, along with the trophies and awards that were on it. I look around and notice a dark shadow hastily pacing, almost unnoticeably toward the basement. I have no choice, but to follow.
I swiftly swung around the corner of the banister and moved down the hallway, into the cold, dark basement. I stopped to flick the light on, and no response from the failing electriity. I walk down the sairts, and found no one. I went to the door that led outside - since we lived on a hill - and there wasn't even a trace. I'd checked all of the newly installed rooms - no one. I knew I saw something, rather, someone. All I need to know is, who? I ignored it, thinking it was my imagination, and went back upstairs to continue my dreaming. Lucky for me, mom and dad were out, and by the looks of the not left on the table, they went to "The Poconos" for three days, and my brother went to his friends house for the weekend.
It's three in the afternoon, and that meant I had the whole day, No! the entire weekend to myself. More concentration on my dreaming. Yes. I returned to my position as if I were a kitten with a sudden brief disturbance, and lated back in my sunlit window.
"What happened was nothing...," I whisper to myself, "It was a misunderstanding of imagination." The thought of being alone never disturbed me, even though I thought someone was here in the house. Correction. I did see someone in the house. The thought was gettin on my nerves, for I had greater things to think about. More essential plans to make. And let me tell you this. Is it possible t see things, in another universe, living among our kind? What if what I saw wasn't human? What if it was a creature from another world, that only certain people with a similar quality could see? What if that quality is your race, perhaps mixed people? Too much. Too much thought. I have more important things to think about. Something ever teenagr thinks about when their time comes.
What will I do on my first day of high school?
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