2-11-03 A/N that's the day I wrote this don't bother with it, but this is
the story I want to share with someone. You know email it them, make
changes, talk about what to do and plans for the story, and even write it
out in a nice flowy way which I'm very bad at. I have 4 chapters of it but
I wanted to post the first one for people to see how I write. If anyone is
interested in writing this together please tell me. You can email me at
[email protected] or catch me on aim my screen name is
gorangejello
Unheard
"Where are we going?" I asked my older sister.
"You'll see."
Looking out the car window I saw the white lines on the road pass by quickly. I decided to count them. 1.2.3.4.5.6.7. Then we come to a stop. We're on the main streets still. A red brick building with a black sign that says Dr. Randu sat in front of us.
"You took me to a therapist!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah."
"How nice of you Pam." I said with a voice full of sarcasm.
"You're welcome."
I had to go in. My sister had made an appointment for me at 12:00 with Dr. Randu, and at the time was 11:58 right now. Inside the gum-chewing clerk behind the counter told me to go into room eight and take a seat. So that's what I did. As I waited I looked around. The room was pretty plain. It had no decorations or pictures; just bare walls that were painted in eggshell. Without me noticing Dr. Randu had slipped in and took her seat. I hate it how they do that.
"Hello!" she had said cheerfully.
"Hey." I muttered back to her.
"Anything you would like to tell me Ms. Cleave?"
"Well I guess so. Yesterday I was at the park on Sixth Street and I um."
"Yes go on. You what?"
"I was playing hide-and-seek."
"That's nice."
"No, no it wasn't Doc. It wasn't any ordinary hide-and-seek. In this I was hiding from him because he was after me. He wants me back after all he did. I hid in a tight spot in the corner of the wooden fort. He came up and looked around for me. When his back was turned to me I knew he could smell my fear. I was right he turned around and I could see my own horror reflected in his eyes. I started to run but he caught me. As he held me tightly in his embrace I struggled to get free, but it was no use, he was too strong. His cold, white fingers started stroking my side and I quivered. "You like that don't you?" He said to me. "N-no." I whimpered. "Of course you do baby." Luckily for me at that very moment someone called out from the swings, "Darrel!" I knew this was my only chance to escape; his grip had loosened from around my waist so I ran for it. Darrel cursed then yelled out to me, "Where're you going? Nobody cares about you sugar but me." I just ran faster until I ended up at my sister's house and crashed out on her porch. When she found me lying there earlier this morning she took me here."
I looked up at Dr. Randu. OMG She wasn't listening! She had headphones on and was humming to the sick mellow tune those stupid ears were listening to! I couldn't take it and dashed out. Darrel was right nobody cares about me.
Unheard
"Where are we going?" I asked my older sister.
"You'll see."
Looking out the car window I saw the white lines on the road pass by quickly. I decided to count them. 1.2.3.4.5.6.7. Then we come to a stop. We're on the main streets still. A red brick building with a black sign that says Dr. Randu sat in front of us.
"You took me to a therapist!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah."
"How nice of you Pam." I said with a voice full of sarcasm.
"You're welcome."
I had to go in. My sister had made an appointment for me at 12:00 with Dr. Randu, and at the time was 11:58 right now. Inside the gum-chewing clerk behind the counter told me to go into room eight and take a seat. So that's what I did. As I waited I looked around. The room was pretty plain. It had no decorations or pictures; just bare walls that were painted in eggshell. Without me noticing Dr. Randu had slipped in and took her seat. I hate it how they do that.
"Hello!" she had said cheerfully.
"Hey." I muttered back to her.
"Anything you would like to tell me Ms. Cleave?"
"Well I guess so. Yesterday I was at the park on Sixth Street and I um."
"Yes go on. You what?"
"I was playing hide-and-seek."
"That's nice."
"No, no it wasn't Doc. It wasn't any ordinary hide-and-seek. In this I was hiding from him because he was after me. He wants me back after all he did. I hid in a tight spot in the corner of the wooden fort. He came up and looked around for me. When his back was turned to me I knew he could smell my fear. I was right he turned around and I could see my own horror reflected in his eyes. I started to run but he caught me. As he held me tightly in his embrace I struggled to get free, but it was no use, he was too strong. His cold, white fingers started stroking my side and I quivered. "You like that don't you?" He said to me. "N-no." I whimpered. "Of course you do baby." Luckily for me at that very moment someone called out from the swings, "Darrel!" I knew this was my only chance to escape; his grip had loosened from around my waist so I ran for it. Darrel cursed then yelled out to me, "Where're you going? Nobody cares about you sugar but me." I just ran faster until I ended up at my sister's house and crashed out on her porch. When she found me lying there earlier this morning she took me here."
I looked up at Dr. Randu. OMG She wasn't listening! She had headphones on and was humming to the sick mellow tune those stupid ears were listening to! I couldn't take it and dashed out. Darrel was right nobody cares about me.