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Chapter 1
“YOU IDIOT! IT’S ALWAYS ABOUT YOU!
My parents were fighting again. And I sat in my chair, waiting for them to notice if I was there, like all the other times. I stood up, they never did.
I walked back to my room calmly, closing my door as quietly as possible, and winced as the locked caught and popped.
I threw myself down onto my soft bed, and buried my face into the black comforter, waiting for the tears to come. But this time, they never did. I sat up, bringing my knees up to my chest as I looked around my room. The walls were white, even though you couldn’t tell. I had plastered all my photography and drawings in every blank space. Faces stared back at me from the pictures, some of them my friends, some of them my own.
The small white desk was shoved in a corner, cluttered with pencils and papers, rolls of film, magazines, and notebooks. Besides it stood my trashcan, overflowing with crumpled papers full of doodles or drawings gone wrong, or poem and story ideas that just didn’t work.
My dads voice suddenly broke though my tightly shut door, screaming curse words and insults. I slammed my hands against my ears, desperate for it to stop.
When it didn’t, I shot up, putting on my trusty black converse and my warm leather jacket lined with fake fur. I grabbed my camera and my ipod, and with one last glance to my room, I was out the window.
I climbed down the fire ladder, and as soon as feet hit the damp grass, I was running. I didn’t know where to, but as far away from my parents as possible. My black wavy hair flew out behind me, as I shot into the woods, the light slowly fading as the sun went down.
I didn’t stop for a while, until I tripped over a root sticking out of the ground. I fell hard, not sticking my arms out in time, as my face hit the crisp leaves, and the hard, cold, ground.
And I stayed there, for I don’t know how long, crying, into the leaves, just breaking down.
When I finished, I wiped the tears from my icy blue eyes with my fist, and pushed myself up. It had gotten really dark, and the brisk fall air had become even colder. I zipped up my jacked and drew hugged myself as I started to walk again. I couldn’t go back, not now.
So I walked for a while, trying to ignore the crushing darkness, and the strange sounds coming from the shadows.
I had been walking for a while when the ground gave way beneath my feet.
I was falling, plunging, certainly to my death, but I didn’t have the energy to scream. When I hit the ground, I expected pain, or just to black out, to be gone. But instead, I landed on a soft mattress.
Slowing getting up, I looked up, trying to see if I could possible climb back up. But there was no hole. Just a ceiling. A typical, white ceiling. I looked around, there seemed to be no way out of this room. No windows, or doors, just big white walls. Then I looked down on my feet. I was standing right in the middle of a bright red door. The thing was, there was no door when I got off the mattress.
how do you like it?It's my first story and it's not all romanticy and stuff like alot of the stories on here are.... I hopeyoulikeit!!!
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